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==Lyrics==
==Lyrics==
 
{{Template:Suit Of Lights}}
 
While Nat King Cole sings "Welcome To My World"
 
You request some song you hate you sentimental fool
 
And it's the force of habit
 
If it moves then you fuck it
 
If it doesn't move you stab it
 
And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"
 
He went out to work that night and wasted his breath
 
Outside there was a public execution
 
Inside he died a thousand deaths
 
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they put him in a suit of lights
 
 
In the perforated first editions
 
Where they advocate the hangman's noose
 
Then tell the sorry tale of the spent Princess
 
Her uncouth escort looking down her dress
 
 
Anyway they say that she wears the trousers
 
And learnt everything that she does
 
And doesn't know if she should tell him yes
 
Or let him go
 
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they put him in a suit of lights
 
 
Well it's a dog's life in a rope leash or a diamond collar
 
It's enough to make you think right now
 
But you don't bother
 
For goodness sake as you cry and shake
 
Let's keep you face down in the dirt where you belong
 
And think of all the pleasure that it brings
 
Though you know that it's wrong
 
 
And there's still life in your body
 
But most of it's leaving
 
Can't you give us all a break
 
Can't you stop breathing
 
 
And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"
 
I went to work that night and wasted my breath
 
Outside they're painting tar on somebody
 
It's the closest to a work of art that they will ever be
 
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
 
And they put him in a suit of lights
 
And they put him in a suit of lights
 




Revision as of 21:31, 24 April 2006

Lyrics - Credits - Discography - Covers - Bootlegs - Chords

Lyrics

While Nat King Cole sings "Welcome To My World"
You request some song you hate you sentimental fool
And it's the force of habit
If it moves then you fuck it
If it doesn't move you stab it
And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"
He went out to work that night and wasted his breath
Outside there was a public execution
Inside he died a thousand deaths

And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights

In the perforated first editions
Where they advocate the hangman's noose
Then tell the sorry tale of the spent Princess
Her uncouth escort looking down her dress

Anyway they say that she wears the trousers
And learnt everything that she does
And doesn't know if she should tell him yes
Or let him go

And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights

Well it's a dog's life in a rope leash or a diamond collar
It's enough to make you think right now
But you don't bother
For goodness sake as you cry and shake
Let's keep you face down in the dirt where you belong
And think of all the pleasure that it brings
Though you know that it's wrong

And there's still life in your body
But most of it's leaving
Can't you give us all a break
Can't you stop breathing

And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"
I went to work that night and wasted my breath
Outside they're painting tar on somebody
It's the closest to a work of art that they will ever be

And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
And they put him in a suit of lights
And they put him in a suit of lights

Credits

Elvis Costello - vocals and guitar
T-Bone Wolk - electric guitar, piano accordeon
Mitchell Froom - Hammond organ/harpsichord
Jerry Scheff - string bass
Jim Keltner - brushes & drums
James Burton - acoustic guitar
Tom Canning - piano
Steve Nieve - keyboards
Bruce Thomas - bass
Pete Thomas - drums
Needs additions / deletions - exact credits here.

Discography

Albums:

Singles:

  • This section may be incomplete.

Collections:

Soundtracks:

  • none

Various Artists collections:

  • none

Covers

Recorded by:

  • none
  • This section may be incomplete.

Performed by:

  • none
  • This section may be incomplete.

Bootlegs

  • This section is incomplete.

Chords

Chord EADGBe

G/B   X2000X

F/A   X03210

C/G   3X2010

C/E   032010

C/Bb  X12010

F/Eb  XX1211


      C        G/B         F/A           C/G
While Nat King Cole sings "Welcome To My World"
F                C/E               Dm          E
You request some song you hate you sentimental fool
    Em                Am
And it's the force of habit
      Em
If it moves then you fuck it
      Am
If it doesn't move you stab it

      C         G/B        F/A           C/G
And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"
F              C/E                 Dm         E7
He went out to work that night and wasted his breath
Em                  Am
Outside there was a public execution
Em                   Am
Inside he died a thousand deaths

         C          G/B        F/A       C/G
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
         C          G/B        F/A       C/G
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
         C          G/B        C/Bb      F/A
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
C/G                   G       C     G/B  F/A  C/G  F  C/E  Dm  C
And they put him in a suit of lights

       C    G/B   F/A   C/G
In the perforated first editions
           F   C/E      Dm        E
Where they advocate the hangman's noose
     Em                         Am
Then tell the sorry tale of the spent Princess
    Em                Am
Her uncouth escort looking down her dress

C          G/B      F/A           C/G
Anyway they say that she wears the trousers
    F           C/E            Dm
And learnt everything that she does
    E7              C   G/B    C/Bb     F  C/E
And doesn't know if she should tell him yes
   F/Eb    Gsus    Gsus  G
Or let him go

         C          G/B        F/A       C/G
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
         C          G/B        F/A       C/G
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
         C          G/B        C/Bb      F/A
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
C/G                   G         C
And they put him in a suit of lights


            G               F C/E G/D C     G             G
Well it's a dog's life in a rope leash or a diamond collar
     G                  F     C/E   G/D C
It's enough to make you think right now
    F               F
But you don't bother
    C        G/B         F/A     C/G
For goodness sake as you cry and shake
      F        C/E       Dm                E7
Let's keep you face down in the dirt where you belong
    C    G/B C/Bb    F   C/E  F/Eb    Gsus4
And think of all the pleasure that it brings
           Gsus4          G
Though you know that it's wrong

    G                          F C/E
And there's still life in your body
G/D C    G              G
But most of it's leaving
G                 F  C/E G/D C
Can't you give us all a break
      F                 F
Can't you stop breathing

      C         G/B        F/A           C/G
And I thought I heard "The Working Man's Blues"
F         C/E                 Dm        E
I went to work last night and wasted my breath
Em                       Am
Outside they're painting tar on somebody
Em               Am                              Gsus4 G
It's the closest to a work of art that they will ever be

         C      G/B            F/A       C/G
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
         C      G/B            F/A       C/G
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
         C      G/B            C/Bb      F/A
And they pulled him out of the cold cold ground
C/G                   G       C
And they put him in a suit of lights

repeat ...

C/G                   G       C     G/B  F/A  C/G  F  C/E  Dm  C
And they put him in a suit of lights

C     G/B  F/A  C/G  F  C/E  Dm  C

repeat ...

Internal links

External links

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