Thing Police Keep All Board Room Reports chords and lyrics - WILLIAM S. BURROUGHS

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[Verse 1]
[D]Thing police keep all boardroom re[D]ports,
and we are not allowed to proffer the disaster accounts.
Wind hand caught [C]in the door.
[E]Explosive bio [D]-advancement
out of space to employ
electrician in gasoline crack of history.
[E]Last [D]of the gallant heroes.
I'm you on tracks,
[D]Mr.
Bradley,
Mr.
Martin.
[D]Couldn't reach flesh in his switch,
and zero time to the sick tracks.
A long time between suns [Bm]I held the stale overcoat,
[C]sliding between light and shadow,
[D]muttering [C]in the dogs
of unfamiliar [D]score.
Across the wounded galaxies we intersect,
[C#]poison of dead s[B]un in your brain slowly [D]fading.
[E]Migrants of ape in [D]gasoline track of history,
[E]explosive [Em]bio [D]-advance out of space to neon.
I'm you, a wind hand [C]caught in the [D]door,
couldn't reach flesh.
In [C]sun I held the stale overcoat,
dead hand [D]stretching the throat.
[E]Last to proffer the
[D]disaster account on track.
See,
Mr.
Bradley,
Mr.
And being blind [D]may not refuse to hear.
Mr.
Bradley,
[D]Mr.
Martin.
Disaster to my blood,
whom I created.
[D]The shallow water came
in with the tide in the
Swedish
River of
Gothenburg.