| G | F | D | |
| The s | tatue g | ot me h | igh |
| G | F | D | |
| The s | tatue g | ot me h | igh |
| G | F | C | D | C | Em | D | |
| The m | onume | nt of gr | anite s | ent a b | eam i | nto my e | ye |
| G | F | D | |
| The s | tatue m | ade me d | ie |
| G | F | D | |
| The s | tatue m | ade me d | ie |
| G | F | C | D | Em | F | G | |
| It t | ook my h | and it ki | lled me a | nd it s | ent me t | o the s | ky |
| Chorus: |
| Em | C | D | |
| The s | tone it ca | lled to | me |
| G | Em | C | Em | C | C | D | D | |
| (And n | ow I s | ee the th | ings the s | tone has s | hown | to m | e) |
| Em | C | D | |
| A r | ock that s | poke a w | ord |
| G | Em | C | Em | C | C | D | D | |
| (An | anim | ated m | iner | al it | can | be he | ard | ) |
| Em | C | D | G | C | Em | D | |
| And t | hough I o | nce prefe | rred a h | uman b | eing's c | ompan | y |
| Em | C | D | G | C | Em | D | |
| They p | ale bef | ore the m | onoli | th that t | owers o | ver | me |
| Verse 2: |
| The statue got me high |
| The statue got me high |
| The truth is where the sculptor's chisel chipped away the lie |
| The statue made me fry |
| The statue made me fry |
| My coat contained a furnace where there used to be a guy |
| Chorus 2: |
| The stone it called to me |
| (And now I see the things the stone has shown to me) |
| A rock that spoke a word |
| (An animated mineral it can be heard) |
| And as the screaming fire engine siren filled the air |
| The evidence had vanished from my charred and smoking chair |
| Post Chorus 1: |
| Em | D | G | C | |
| And w | hat they f | ound was j | ust a s | tatue |
| Em | D | G | D | C | D | |
| Standing | where the s | tatue | got me | high |
| Em | D | G | C | |
| And w | hat they f | ound was j | ust a s | tatue |
| Em | D | G | D | G | |
| Standing | where the s | tatue | got me | high |
| Sax Solo: |
| Chorus 3: |
| And now it is your turn |
| (Your turn to see the stone and then your turn to burn) |
| The stone it calls to you |
| (You can't refuse to do the things it tells you to) |
| And as the screaming fire engine siren fills the air |
| The evidence will vanish from your charred and smoking chair |
| Post Chorus 2: |
| And what they found was just a statue |
| Standing where the statue got me high |
| And what they'll find is just a statue |
| Standing where the statue got you high |
| END |
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