Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------## From: [email protected] (Phillip C. Saunders) Date: Mon, 14 Aug 1995 00:14:09 EDT Subject: CRD:Glitter Gulch, Elvis Costello
AD Enter Madam X painted in a shocking pink spangled dress EA Her teeth are perfect but her mouth is loose AD Rubbing their hands together she persuades them that it's better to confess EA Which unpleasant fate they'd like to choose
(chorus) D Every step might be your last DG Money signs are in your eyes sucker ------------------------------------------------------------------| ---------------------------------0--1--2--3------0--1--2--3-------| ---------------------------------0--2--3--4------0--2--3--4-------| ------------------------------------------------------------------| ------------------------------------------------------------------| ------------------------------------------------------------------| D You've been taken in this time DG You might just get out alive if you're lucky D All the vultures tuning in to Glitter Gulch E Are looking in on you A And they're hungry
He stood five feet tall in his elevator shoes and stovepipe hat He was known by several different names Prompted by Madam X he answered all their questions And then after that he said I'm sick and tired of stupid games
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G We've got prizes if you can afford D Some small humiliation before you get your reward G And I'd rather be an outlaw than an inlaw to you A(7) And to live my life in miserable poverty A7 Than to have to grovel to have some dream home hovel GA So watch me while I get away with prime time robbery
(chorus)
As he enters Madam X he things of red raged faces and the sweet greenbacks He climbed upon his honey and he covered her with money As they do their victory dance He thinks I hope they choke upon their laughter tracks They can all go straight to hell while we howl down the whole hotel