A Crows Trial

Dm                Bb
Guests line up to leave their moldy bedrooms
F                   A
In a dimly lit, moonlit motel
Dm              Bb
The turtles are dancing with raccoons
F                         A
A zombie joins but gets a firm "no thank you"

Dm              Bb
The mannequin's calling for a taxi
F                    A
With a fee of twenty-thousand yen
Dm         Bb
A familiar voice cries out to me
F                           A
A feathered creature I have never seen


[Pre-Chorus]
Dm       Bb
The crow offers me a smoke
F              A
He says "It'll take you for a joyride"
Dm         Bb
No, sir, I think I'd rather choke
F
Oh, I'll be fine
       A
You're in a web of lies


[Chorus]
          Dm                    Bb
On a busy street you'll see the city folk
           F            A
Run at thе mercy of the singing crows
          F                Bb
The ravеn ponders if he enjoys the gore
         F                          A
While he takes the frontal lobe and eats some more
       Dm                    Bb
Little miss, don't sit, come join the fun!
           F                         A
We've only got twelve hours 'til the party's done
    Dm
Paramnesia rules this world
    Bb
So fake a smile
       F
Take a shot, some scotch
    A               Dm
And wait until your trial


[Verse]
Dm               Bb
Crows line up to greet the local mushrooms
F                        A
Sticking fliers on their spotted head
Dm              Bb
The turtles are eating the raccoons
F                       A
A zombie sits alone and cries "I hate you"

Dm              Bb
The mannequin's calling for a taxi
F                       A
For a crow who knows we have a deal
Dm         Bb
A familiar voice cries out to me
F                               A
A feathered creature, and he's come to see me


[Pre-Chorus]
Dm       Bb
The crow offers me a smoke
F              A
He says "It'll help you kill the third eye"
Dm          Bb
My, my, you think this is a joke?
F
I swear, it's fine!
     A
He's in a web of lies


[Bridge]
F               A                      Bb                  A
The clocks take shots as the dolls relax under the morning sky
F              A                   F                    Bb
They wonder if time would still proceed if they were to die

A           C#                    A                 C#
The devil's work life, suffice to say, is comedy at best
Bb            F                 Bb                         F
He wonders if there will come a time when he can leave the nest


[Chorus]
             Gm            Eb
In a burning town around inferno's court
              Gm              Eb
The crows are laughing with a glass of port
          Bb             F
The woman ponders if she enjoys the gore
           Eb                          F
Still, she takes the devil's heart and eats some more

        Gm                   Eb
"Little miss? This isn't the deal we had!"
          Bb                       F
Oh, did I mess it up? I guess it's just too bad
    Eb
Paramnesia rules this world
   Bb
So fake a smile
       Eb
Take a shot, some scotch
     F               Gm
I'll see you at your trial