Ab Marion, born December 5th, a SagittariusAb Mother & father, two little sisters, all were immigrantsBbm7 America was waiting for youEb America was waiting for youAb Marion’s family saw his humor as absurdityAb Nevertheless, he joined the local universityBbm7 And studied for a third of his lifeEb He studied for a third of his life And passed the barFm7 Eb Ab He was a lawyer, working for freeDb Eb And was fervid in speechFm7 Eb Ab All of the workers that he’d protectDb Eb Say he practiced what he preached [Verse 2: Left at London]Ab Hated the mayor, so he petitionеd to recall the guyAb For he attеmpted selling off Seattle City LightBbm7 Two hundred thousand names on the formEb Two hundred thousand names on the formAb He, with the people on his side, became a congressmanAb Winning a district often taken by RepublicansBbm7 To Washington from Washington StateEb To Washington from Washington State At thirty-twoFm7 Eb Ab When re-elected everyone loved himDb Eb Except for his peersFm7 Eb Ab A coalition set on his downfallDb Eb Would form in his last years [Bridge: Left at London & Sophia Konat]Ab Ab Cm He married a woman he knew for a week 'cause he couldn’t waitAb Ab Cm Db Eb Took part in a riot while still on his honeymoonAb Ab Cm They took him away in a jacket to the sanitariumAb Ab Cm Db Eb Declared as insane, jumped the fence of the place, & soonDbm Ab Returning home, announced his re-electionDb Eb Eb Then called the campaign off againAbadd9 Bbm7 Eb Almost as if becoming lesser like yourself had been an artAbadd9 Bbm7 Eb Marion, less subdued & sober, saw the world observe him fall apart [Verse 3: Left at London]Ab He wrote a note & left his window several stories highAb Landed abruptly near the car his wife was waiting byBbm7 They say she changed the day that he diedEb They say she changed the day that he diedAb And in the note, he said his only hope in life had beenAb That he’d improve upon the way the world was living inBbm7 But people only knew him as strangeEb The people only knew him as strange And nothing moreFm7 Eb Ab Were you a genius, were you a foolDb Eb Or in need of a cure?Fm7 Eb Ab Was it in anger, was it in fearDb Eb Or had it been in fervor? [Outro: Left at London]Abadd9 All of the quirks we used to have are now a symptom ofAbadd9 Acronyms we don’t get to know that we’re the victims ofBbm7 Then people say that we’ll never changeEb And so, of course, we don’t ever change
Ballad Of Marion Zioncheck
Left At London
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