Intro b b b b b b c b (then) a a a a a a b a
(0ver) Em Dm7 (twice)
Em Dm7
I`m not selling molasses I`m not pushing tea
Em Dm7
I don`t appeal to the masses and they don`t appeal to me
Em Dm7
I`m not peddling fiction I`m not packaging youth
Em Dm7
I`ve got a predilection for the truth
BRIDGE #1
Am Dm
I can`t stand it any longer I can`t suffer any more fools
Am Dm
I`m gonna keep on sharpening axes till I`ve got the sharpest tools
C Gm
I can`t access information comin` down the mainframe
C Gm Bm A Bm A
Those puerile incantations in couplets or quatrains
Watch it all run amok now watch those idiots score
Till you can`t remember that they`re idiots any more
Watch that stain increasing spreading out across the earth
Till you can`t remember what anything is worth
BRIDGE #2
I can`t stand it any longer I can`t listen to any more words
I`m gonna keep on sharpening axes till they cut right through this dirt
I can`t access information comin down the satellite beam
All I hear is psycho babble and I don`t know what it means
Instrumental section, then
BRIDGE #1 (1st half)
VERSE #2 (1st half)
BRIDGE #2 (2nd half)
Bm A
Sharpening axes (3 times)