| B | D#m | G#m | |
| And though the sol | itudes have won | , |
| I cannot begin to crave you |
| E (low) C#m C# D# |
| Please spring us, Madeline, from these rusted jails of lust we live in; |
| E | |
| I'm living in... |
| B | D#m | G#m | |
| I will f | ind you, Lord, in the cla | ssified loves of three good women. |
| E (low) A (low) B |
| You are familiar with these terms, I trust |
| F# (high) |
| Don't you mind |
| E | C#m | |
| Our chil | dren go unseen to us |
| E | C#m | |
| The popu | lar singers, they're mean to us |
| E (low) |
| You'll find: There's joy in being barred from the temple, |
| D#m E (low) |
| barred from the temple, |
| D#m E (low) |
| barred from the temple. |
| D#m E (low) |
| There's joy in being barred from the temple, |
| D#m E (low) |
| barred from the temple, |
| D#m E (low) |
| barred from the temple. |
| Riff: |
| C# D# - E F# Em D#m C#m |
| (bottom four strings plucked out an octave higher on heavy distortion) |