The Wild Fruits chords and lyrics - WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS

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[Verse 1]
Kim re[D]cruits a band of flamboyant and
[F#m]picturesque outlaws called the
Wild
Fruits.
[Em]There's the [D]crying gun who breaks into tears
at sight of his opponent.
What's the matter, somebody?
Take your lollipop.
[D]Oh, sen[E]ora, I'm sorry for [E]you.
[D]And the priest who [E]goes into a gunfight,
giving his ad[D]versary the last [C]rites.
and the blind gun who zer[C]oes in
with bat squeak[D]s.
Kim trains [G]his men [Em]to identify
[D]themselves with death.
He takes some rookie guns out
to a dead [E]horse,
rotting in the sun, [Eb]eviscerated [C#]by vultures.
[D]Kim poi[Ebm]nts to the hor[Eb]se, steaming
[C#]there in the noonday [Fm]heat.
[Em]All right, [D]roll in it.
What?
Roll in it.
Get the stink of death into your chaps,
and your boots, and your guns, and your [D]hair.
Well, most of us puked at first,
[D]but we got used to it and vul[E]tures followed us around, [D]hopefully.
We always ride into town with the wind
[E]be hind [D]us.
[F#m]The town's [E]people gag [D]and rich.
My
God!
What's that stink?
It's the stink of death, citizens,
[E]an [D]d I think personally the whole planet stinks of death.
What are we going to do about it?
Well, all [D]this may have happened many times
before in this old universe.
[Eb]Here we are trillions of years ago in
[Bbm]Galaxy
[Fm]X.
and a [Eb]rally has been organized [D]to protest
the use of black holes as [C]an energy source.[D]
A bit late, as it [C]turned out.
Closing time, gentlemen.
Brian
Gysin has a bed[D]time story.
It seems that [D]trillions of years ago,
a [F#]giant flicked g[B]rease from his fingers.
[D]One of these gobs of grease is our
[D]universe on its way to the floor.