THICK AS A BRICK

(F5)Real ly don’t (Cm)mind if you (Bb)sit this one (F)out;

in my (F5)word’s but a (Cm)whis per, your (Bb)deaf ness a (F)shout.

The I (F5)may make you (Cm)feel but I (Bb)can’t make you (F)think;

as your (F5)sperm’s in the (Cm)gut ter, your (Bb)love’s in the (F)sink.

So you ride your selves (C)o ver the (F)fields,

and you (Bb)make all your (C)an i mal (F)deals,

and your (Bb)wise men don’t (C)know how it (F)feels

to be thick as a brick.

And the (F5)sand cas tle (Cm)vir tues are (Bb)all swept a (F)way

in the (F5)ti dal de (Cm)struc tion, the (Bb)mor al me (F)lée.

The e (F5)las tic re (Cm)treat rings the (Bb)close make of (F)play

as the (F5)last wave un (Cm)cov ers the (Bb)new fan gled (F)way.

But your new shoes are (C)worn at the (F)heels,

and your (Bb)sun tan does (C)rap id ly (F)peel,

and your (Bb)wise men don’t (C)know how it (F)feels

to be thick as a brick.

And the

And the (F5)love that I (Cm)feel

is so far a (Gm)way.

I’m a bad dream that I (Dm)just had

to (F)day.

And you shake your (C)head

and said it’s a (F5)shame.

Spin me back down the (Cm)years

and the (Cm)days

of my (Cm)youth.

Draw the lace and black (Cm)cur tains and shut (Cm)out

the (Eb)whole (Cm)truth.

Spin me down the long (Cm)ag es; let them sing the (Cm)song.