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Tom: D
Intro: D D Em A7 (x2)

             D                       
And so the story goes they wore the clothes 
             D                          Em         A
They said the things to make it seem improbable
            D                        D    Em A
The whale of a lie like they hope it was
         D                          
And the Goodmen of Tomorrow 
    D
Had their feet in the wallow
        Em                     
And their heads of Brawn, were nicer shorn
     A                                       D                 D 
And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust.
         Em                      A           D D
The world was asleep to our latent fuss.
Em
Sighing the swirl through the streets 
         A
Like the crust of the sun
Bm
The Bewlay Brothers
         A
in our Wings that Bark
          G
Flashing teeth of Brass
          F#
Standing tall in the dark
             Em
Oh, We were Gone-----
                        G
Hanging out with your Dwarf Men
                  Em
We were so turned on
                  G
By your lack of Conclusions
D D Em A7
             D
I was Stone and he was Wax
             D                      Em         A
So he could scream and still relax, unbelievable
            D                        D    Em A
And we frightened the small children away
         D
And our talk was old and dust would flow
    D
Thru our veins and Lo! it was midnight
        Em   
Back o' the kitchen door
     A                       D                 D
Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor
         Em        A           D D
And the solid book we wrote
Em
Cannot be found today
         A
It was stalking time for the Moonboys
Bm
The Bewlay Brothers
         A
With our backs on the arch
          G
In the Devil-may-be-here
          F#
But He can't sing above that
             Em
Oh, We were Gone
               G
Real Cool Traders
                  Em
We were so Turned On
                  G
You thought we were Fakers
D D Em A7
             D
Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
             D                      Em         A
the Factor Max that proved the fact is melted down,
            D                   D    Em A
And woven on the edging of my pillow
         D
Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks
    D
He could be dead.  He could be not,
        Em 
He could be You.
     A                                       D          D
He's Camelian, comedian Corinthian and Caricature
         Em             A           D D
"Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky"
Em
The Bewlay Brothers
         A
In the feeble and the Bad
Bm
The Bewlay Brothers
         A
In the Blessed and Cold
          G
In the Crutch-hungry dark
          F#
Was where we flayed our Mark
             Em
Oh, We were Gone
                G
Kings of Oblivion
                  Em
We were so Turned On
                  G
In the Mind-Warp Pavilion
Bm               A
Lay me Place and bake me Pie
      G               Em
I'm starving for me Gravy
Bm                    A  
Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
    G               Em
I might just slip away 
              F
Just for the Day, Hey!
             Bm
Please come Away, Hey!
(Repeat Last 2 Lines Into Fade)