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The Future Leonard Cohen
G[Am]ive me back my broken night
My m[Dm]irrored room, my secret life
It's l[G#dim]onely here
There's n[E7]o one left to t[Am]orture
G[Am]ive me absolute control
[Dm]Over every living soul
And l[G#dim]ie beside me, bab[E7]y
That's an [Am]order!
G[Am]ive me crack and anal sex
T[Dm]ake the only tree that's left
And st[G#dim]uff it up the h[E7]ole
In your c[Am]ulture
G[Am]ive me back the Berlin wall
G[Dm]ive me Stalin and St. Paul
I've s[G#dim]een the future, br[E7]other:
It is m[Am]urder
Th[Dm]ings are going to slide (sl[C]ide) in all directions
Won't be n[Dm]othing (won't be), nothing you can m[C]easure anymore
The bl[Dm]izzard, the blizzard of the w[F]orld
Has crossed the thr[F]eshold
And it has [Fm]overturned
The order of the s[C]oul
When they s[G]aid (they said) REPENT (repent), REPENT (repent)
I wonder wh[Am]at they meant
When they s[G]aid (they said) REPENT (repent), REPENT (repent)
I wonder wh[Am]at they meant
When they s[G]aid (they said) REPENT (repent), REPENT (repent)
I wonder wh[Am]at they meant
Y[Am]ou don't know me from the wind
You n[Dm]ever will, you never did
[G#dim]I'm the little j[E7]ew
Who wrote the B[Am]ible
I've s[Am]een the nations rise and fall
I've h[Dm]eard their stories, heard them all
But l[G#dim]ove's the only [E7]engine
Of surv[Am]ival
Your s[Am]ervant here, he has been told
To s[Dm]ay it clear, to say it cold:
It's [G#dim]over, it ain't g[E7]oing
Any f[Am]urther
And n[Am]ow the wheels of heaven stop
You f[Dm]eel the devil's riding crop
Get r[G#dim]eady for the f[E7]uture:
It is m[Am]urder
Th[Dm]ings are going to slide (sl[C]ide) in all directions
Won't be n[Dm]othing (won't be), nothing you can m[C]easure anymore
The bl[Dm]izzard, the blizzard of the w[F]orld
Has crossed the thr[F]eshold
And it has [Fm]overturned
The order of the s[C]oul
When they s[G]aid (they said) REPENT (repent), REPENT (repent)
I wonder wh[Am]at they meant
When they s[G]aid (they said) REPENT (repent), REPENT (repent)
I wonder wh[Am]at they meant
When they s[G]aid (they said) REPENT (repent), REPENT (repent)
I wonder wh[Am]at they meant
There'll be the br[Am]eaking of the ancient western code
Your pr[Dm]ivate life will suddenly explode
There'll be ph[Am]antoms, there'll be fires on the road
And the white man d[F]ancing [E7]
You'll see your w[Am]oman hanging upside down
Her f[Dm]eatures covered by her fallen gown
And all the l[Am]ousy little poets coming round
Trying to sound like Charlie M[F]anson [E7]
Yeah the white man d[Am]ancing
G[Am]ive me back the Berlin wall
G[Dm]ive me Stalin and St. Paul
G[G#dim]ive me Christ
Or g[E7]ive me Hirosh[Am]ima
Destr[Am]oy another fetus now
We d[Dm]on't like children anyhow
I've s[G#dim]een the future, b[E7]aby:
It is m[Am]urder
Th[Dm]ings are going to slide (sl[C]ide) in all directions
Won't be n[Dm]othing (won't be), nothing you can m[C]easure anymore
The bl[Dm]izzard, the blizzard of the w[F]orld
Has crossed the thr[F]eshold
And it has [Fm]overturned
The order of the s[C]oul
When they s[G]aid (they said) REPENT (repent), REPENT (repent)
I wonder wh[Am]at they meant
When they s[G]aid (they said) REPENT (repent), REPENT (repent)
I wonder wh[Am]at they meant
When they s[G]aid (they said) REPENT (repent), REPENT (repent)
I wonder wh[Am]at they meant
When they s[G]aid (they said) REPENT (repent), REPENT (rep[Am]ent)
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