Animal Static Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Verse 1]
[Am]Windowless. Mah shack
is windowless.
[G#]Once there [Am]was a window
– three, in fact –
but ah sealed them up with plank[G#]s.
Ah [Am]cemented the ledges in broken
bottles, just [G#aug]in case .[Am]
With [G#]the trapdoor [Am]in the ceiling
shut and the [G#]front door
[Am]closed and the padlocks,
bolts and chains checked,
ah could render the panting interior
almost void [C]of light,
penetrated only by the [Bb]steam
ing [Am]needles and fast fins,
the guillotines and steak knives of leaked
light – sun- silver lances,
like ah was the bikini- clad assistant
in some
magician's [F]trick gone horribly [G#]wrong.
Yes! Some[Am]times ah would watch steely sunlight,
ragged,
serrated, saw me in half.
Ah spent an afternoon plugging the major leaks
with plaster but the
minor clefts, pocks and crannies,
the sly seeps and [F]trickles,
the [Am]countless chinks in mah castellated armour,
ah left unhindered.
Perforations. Air holes hammered in the lid of mah
coop. Of mah coffin.
If the beasts were up to it
we would [C]talk.
[Am]In this hushed, sepulchral stillness,
with the air putrid, septic,
heady and receptive,
a lot of thought waves got moved around.
Rat chat, crackling cat shriek, snake
hissance and lizard fizz,
chipping rab[F]bit blather,
[Am]hare air, bug [F]thrum [Am]–
beast din, muzzled, telepath[G#aug]ic.
[Am]O but the [G#]drooling dog [Am]thoughts – dull,
belligerent, doped,
full of mean transmission – blood, meat,
[F]sex and so on.
[Am]Lame, cock- eyed hill- bitch[F]es, agitated in
[Am]to a perpetual state of oestrus,
turning mean,
nasty, as they frot and [C]butt and rut and
[Am]hump in the [F]ordure and straw,
[C]gnash and [F]grabble in their squatting capsules
[Am]on the floor.
When their murgeoning got out of hand,
ah would give them a goofball.
A calmat[F]ive. OK – a [Am]comative.
One part water. One part White Jesus.
Half to one powdered sedative.
Never failed.
A bowl or [F]two of that [Am]– they lapped
it up – and they'd be goo- gooing
like sucklings, all pooped [G#]out.
[F]All the mad air [Am]slaked.
The feral static,
[F]the hate [Am]waves abated.
Ah would [F]sit and nod and nanny these
lumpen fadges of incumbent [Am]dun g.
There were no in- between moods.
No slippers brought to the bedside.
No hobble around the block.
Either those brutes were
in a state of high coma
or they were coming at your face.
But that's the [F]way they had
to be.
That's the way ah [Am]wanted it.
It's the way [F]God had it [Am]organized.
That pack of [F]riggish bitches
and low bloods [Am]–
O they will get their chance
to make good.
Like me. They will have
[F]their moment of Glory too.
And [Am]very soon,
ah think, and very soon.
Let the sleeping [F]dogs lie. But don't
[Am]be lieve a word they say.
Ah am the Truth. Ah am the Light.
Every dog has its day.
Ah am [F]having mine

[Verse 2]
[Am]now.
[F]Mah time is nigh.
[Am]You're [F]too late, Mister [Am]Hay- Rake,
Mister Spade.
Ah said, hey boss, take up that cross
and put on your walking shoes.
Yes, you lose, Mis[F]ter Noose.
Today belongs to me! Not thee!
Me! [Am]Me! This day is mine!
Into [C]the ranks of the elite [Am]ah climb,
saying,
'This is the last day! This [Am]is the last
day! The last day is mine!'
There are plenny others, brothers.
[Am]Take your [F]pick. Take your hoe.
Take your [Am]god damn gallow.
Leave this day alone. Sift
through all your [F]yesterdays.
Don't [Am]count on your tomorrows.
[Am]Ah can see them coming and it's
not a pretty sight.
The fear is here. The fright. Here is the night.