The Mummy Piece (1984) chords and lyrics - WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS

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[Verse 1]
The most un[C]pleasant, precarious,
and downright [G]stupid
[C]immortality blue[G]print was
[C]drafted by [A]the ancient
Egyptians.
[G]First, [C]you have to [G]get yourself mummified,
[Bm]an d that was ve[D]ry exp[C]ensive,
making immortality a [Bm]monopoly of the t[C]ruly rich.
Then your [C]continued
immortality in the
Western [G]lands [C]is entirely dependent on
the continued
existence of your [G]mummy.[A]
[D]That is why they had [C]their mummies
[G]hid good.
[C]Now here's this plain
GI
Ali and he's got enough
Baraka, enough energy to survive
his first physical death.
Well he won't
get far.
[C#m]He's got no mommy,[C] he's got no nam[C#m]es,
[A]he's got nothing.[C]
[A]What happens [G]to a bum [D]like
that, a nameless,
mommy [G]-less asshole?
[C]Why, demons will swarm all
[G]over him at the first
checkpoint.
[C]He will be dismembered [F]an d thrown
[D]into a flaming pit where his soul will be
[D]ut terly con[C]sumed and [G]destroyed.
[C]While others with sound mummies
[Bm]an d the right names
to drop in the [G]right places
[Bb]sail through to the western land[A]s.
[G]There are[C], course,
some who just [Bm]barely
squeeze [Bb]through their [D]mummies
is [Am]not in a good [G]sound condition.
[C]These creeps can only live
in the third -rate transient hotels
[G]Just [Bm]beyond the [G]last checkpoint
where [Bb]they can smell the
Charnel
House disposal ovens from
[G]their skimpy balconies.
[G]Mig[A]ht [C]as well face facts,
[C#m]my mum[C]my is going downhill.
[Bm]I don't ev[C#m]en feel li[D]ke a human.
[G]Cheap job [Bm]to begin with.
[C]God, maggots is crawling [F]all over.
or [C]the way that [G]demon guard
looked at me this morning.
Transient [C]hotels.[D]
[Am]And here[C] you are in a [Bm]luxury con[A]
do deep in the western [Bm]land.
You [G]got no secur[Bb]ity.
[C]Some disgruntled former employee
[D]sneak into your [C]tomb
and throw as[Am]ses on [G]your mummy.
You [D]slush gasoline all
[G]over and burn the shit
[Am]out of it.
[A]Oh, someone is [G]fucking with my
[C]mummy.
Brother, you [G]are fucked.
Let's face it, mummies are
sitting ducks.
No matter who you are, what can happen to your
mummy is a perilous
nightmare.
Floods, volcanoes, earthquakes.
[C]Perhaps the mummy's best
[G]friend is an
Egyptologist.
[G]In museums, they're safe from spiteful en[C]emies,
grave [G]robbers and
scavengers and kept at a constant temperature,
but air [C]raid sirens, it's the
[G]Blitz.
For
God, for
Ra's sake, get us into [C]the vaults,
feed the mummies, [Bb]without a
throat, [C]without a tongue.[G]
[C]My ally
Kim decides this deal stinks like a dead
camel.
Long dead.
[C]Anyone buying on a [D]thing like that
should have his mummy examined.
[Bm]Don't take us for a
[D]dumber than we look.
The
Johnson's is taking over the
[Am]Western
lands.
We bought it, we built it, we paid for it.
It's [F]ours and [C]we're gonna take it.
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