Intro:
   D Bm Em A
   D Bm Em A

Verse 1:
         D                         Bm
Cemetery pigeons, checking out the graves
         Em                                        A
Cemetery pigeons, leaving little footprints on the dirt

Beside the paved walkway
    D                          Bm
Cemetery pigeons, are you from abroad?
            Em                                  A
Do you ever think about the pigeons that you've lost?
              Bm
I don't wanna be here
                 G7
I don't wanna go home
              A                Gbm
I don't wanna take up any more space
                   Bm        Gb7
I don't wanna just xxxxx and moan
         Bm                         D
Cemetery pigeons, house pets of the dead
             A
Where do you go when the lake is frozen
               Bm            A                        Bm     B7
And you've got no stupid red hat for your little grey head?

Instrumental:
   D Bm Em A
   Gb Bm G D G D A

Verse 2:
         D                Bm
Cemetery pigeons, phantom skunks, whoa
Em
Howls and wails and necropolis snails
        A                                 Bm
And the young postmodern punks exhale cigarette smoke
                 G
A cold blueberry cloud
         A                    Db7         Dbm7
During a weird brief stint, I smoked that xxxx
       Bm                    Gbm
On the delivery route out of town
           G7                 Bm     A       D
It felt so unimportant, but I really xxxxxxx tried
                    Gb7
"I could do so much better if I knew how to do it", I cried
          Bm                        A
While the anarchists danced and got high
                    G7
They sang "xxxx the city"
                         D
And I'm always caught in between
Gb              Gbm               Bm               A
One more smokey apartment and the liberal American Dream
             G                   Dmaj7
Oh, cemetery pigeons, my head is xxxxxx
         Gbm                                                Bm      A
If I had wings like you, I'd probably walk around with them tucked

Instrumental:
   D Bm Em A
   D Bm Em A
   Gbm (Gb) Bm G D G D A

Verse 3:
         D          Gbm B
Cemetery pigeons, I met God
            E
She was the red couch I tripped on
                           B
Right through the wall and out and into the lawn
                Bm                                 G7
With the metaheuristics, the syntactic soul of the ants
                 A                     Db7
No more need for cars and trucks and unfortunate xxxxx
         Bm                 Gbm
Stuck going the same way in traffic

Instrumental:
   D Bm Em A
   D Bm Em A

Bridge:
A     Gbm                B
Party crashers crash my party
    Dbm                       Ab
I'm ready for a little bit of mystery
Dbm   B    Em    Ab       Dbm         B
Spit saliva in my coffee, we'll write history
        Abm     Ab                        E     Gb     Ab
Oh, the sweat inside my mask drips down into my liquor mouth
          Dbm                B       Ab
The dirty Covid Martini is a popular drink
          E          Gb7       B
And we're never ever gonna run out

E7              Bm       Ab     Db7          Eb7
Party crashers crash my party, put me on the radio
E        Gb         Eb7
Ants and friends and chain link fences
E       Gb7      B
I'm all ready to go
        Abm     Ab                        E     Gb     Ab
Oh, the sweat inside my mask drips down into my guilty mouth
        Dbm              B       Ab
The mad dog Martini is a popular drink
         E             Gb         B
From the north all the way to the south
Dbm                        B
No matter what time you're out

Instrumental Outro:
   D Bm E (Em) A
   Gb (F#7) Bm G D G D A
   D Bm Em A
   Gb (F#7) Bm G D G D A
   D
 Dit arrangement is de eigen interpretatie van de inzender, gedeeld voor privéstudie, educatie en niet-commercieel gebruik. Het onderliggende nummer, de songtekst en de muziek blijven eigendom van hun rechthebbenden. Om verwijdering aan te vragen, zie Juridische verklaring.