ELYSIAN FIELDS (WE’RE DEAD WE’RE DEAD)

A: C G :||
B: Am C Am F C F
C: Am7 G F G
Am G6 Fmaj7 G
Am G Fmaj7 G
Am G Fmaj7

All along the intersections
Phantoms float in all directions
The malls and mowers are mere projections
The grass is gray in these elysian fields

“we’re dead! We’re dead! We must be dead!”
I see the automatic sliding doors of heaven

Multi-colored flags they beckon
Clouds drift by at 80 miles per second
The window panes make no reflections
As the houses sway in these elysian fields

“we’re dead! We’re dead! We must be dead!
"I see the automatic sliding doors of heaven 

Past the business parks they’re drifting
Like rain through broken clouds they’re sifting
With heads held high they haunt the lifts and 
Parking lots of these elysian fields

“we’re dead! We’re dead! We must be dead!
Where pearly gates should stand there’re 7-11s 

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