KING OF PAIN

There’s a (Am)lit tle black (G)spot on the sun to (G)day;

(G)it’s the (F)same old (G)thing as yes ter (G)day.

There’s a (Am)black hat (G)caught in the high tree (G)top;

(G)there’s a (F)flag pole (G)rag and the wind won’t (G)stop.

I have (C)stood here be (Dm)fore in side the (Em)pour ing (F)rain with the (C)world turn ing (Dm)cir cles run ning (Em)’round my (F)brain.

I guess (C)I’m al ways (Dm)hop in’ that you’ll (Em)end this (F)reign, but it’s (C)my des tin (Dm)y to be the (Em)king of (F)pain.

There’s a (Am)fos sil that’s (G)trapped in a high cliff wall,

(Am)that’s my soul up there.

(G)There’s a (G)dead sal mon (G)fro zen in a (F)wa ter fall,

(Em)that’s my soul up there.

There’s a (Am)blue whale beached by a spring tide’s (G)ebb, (Am)that’s my soul up there.

There’s a (Am)but ter fly (G)trapped in a spi der’s web,

(Bm)that’s my soul up there.

I have (C)stood here be (Dm)fore in side the (Em)pour ing (F)rain with the (C)world turn ing (Dm)cir cles run ning (Em)’round my (F)brain.

I guess (C)I’m al ways (Dm)hop in’ that you’ll (Em)end this (F)reign, but it’s (C)my des tin (Dm)y to be the (Em)king of (F)pain.

There’s a king on a throne with his (F)eyes torn (G)out; there’s a blind man look ing for a (F)shad ow of (G)doubt.

There’s a rich man sleep ing on a (F)gold en (G)bed; there’s a skel e ton chok ing on a (F)crust (G)of (Am)bread.

There’s a (Am)red fox (G)torn by a hunts man’s (G)pack, (Am)that’s my (G)soul up there.

(G)There’s a (F)black winged (G)gull with a bro ken (G)back,

(Bm)that’s my soul up there.

There’s a (Em7)lit tle black (Ebmaj7)spot on the sun to (Db)day; it’s the (Em7)same old (Ebmaj7)thing as yes ter (C9)day.

I have (C)stood here be (Dm)fore in side the (Em)pour ing (F)rain with the (C)world turn ing (Dm)cir cles run ning (Em)’round my (F)brain.

I guess (C)I’m al ways (Dm)hop in’ that you’ll (Em)end this (F)reign, but it’s (C)my des tin (Dm)y to be the (Em)king of (F)pain.

King of pain.

King of pain.