C#m E
Open call for prison architects
C#m E
Send me your blueprints A.S.A.P
Bm A
Stack the walls such that I cannot breathe
C#m B A
Man is breedin' forever, because of the weather
E
I hope soon to leave from the east
[Chorus]
A F#
No more absolutes, no more absolutes
E D A
Stick your penitentiary clothes inside the vent and run along, Leigh
E
[Verse 2]
C#m E
Amateur sea salt gatherers colonized
C#m E
They're good enough for Conrad Hilton, not good enough for my eyes
Bm A
I trust you will tell me if I am making a fool of myself
C#m B A
Man is breedin' forever, breedin' forever, they come out and blister the
E
Sea, oh yeah
