This Vicious Cabaret Chords & Lyrics - Misc Soundtrack - V For Vendetta
Artist: Misc Soundtrack & V For Vendetta
[VERSE]
[E]They say that there's a broken light for every heart on Broadway
[E]They say that life's a game, then they take the board away
[E]They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story
[E]Then leave you all to improvise their vicious cabaret...
[B]In [D]no-[E]longer-pretty cities [D]there are [E]fingers in the kitties
T[D]here are [E]warrants, forms, and c[F]hitties [E]and [D]a [E]jackboot on the[D] stair
[E]There’s [B]Sex and death and h[D]uman g[B]rime, in monochrome for one thin d[D]ime
At l[B]east the trains all run on time but they d[E]on't go anywhere
Facing their responsibilities, either on their backs or [F#]on [B]their [D]knees
[B]There are ladies who just simply freeze and dare not [F#]turn [B]a- [D]way
[A]And the [B]widows who re[C]fuse [D]to [C]cry [A]will be [B]dressed in garter [C]and [D]bow-t[C]ie
[A]And be [B]taught to kick their [C]legs [D]up [C]high [A]in this [B]vicious ca[A]ba[B]ret
[CHORUS]
[B]At l[A#]ast! The 1998 [B]Show!
[B]The [A#]ballet on the burning [B]stage
[B]The [A#]documentary [B]seen
[B]Up o[A#]n the fractured [B]screen
[B]The [A#]dreadful poem scrawled upon the crumpled [A]page...
[B]There's [D]a [E]policeman with an [G]honest [E]soul
[D]Who’s [E]seen whose head is [G]on the p[E]ole
[D]And he [E]grunts and fills [D]his [E]bri[D]ar [E]bowl with a feeling of [D]un[E]ease
[VERSE]
[A]Then he [B]briskly frisks the [D]torn re[B]mains
[A]For a [B]fingerprint or cr[D]imson s[B]tains
[A]And en[B]devours to ign[C]ore [D]the c[C]hains [A]that he walks in to [B]his [A]knees
[C]While [D]his [E]master in the dark nearby inspects the hands, with [F#]bru[B]tal [E]eye
[B]That have [E]never brushed a lover's thigh but have squeezed a [F#]nat[B]ion's t[D]hroat
[A]And he [B]hungers in his s[C]ec[D]ret d[C]reams
[A]For the [B]harsh embrace of [C]cruel [D]mac[C]hines
[A]But his [B]lover is not [C]what [D]she [C]seems
[A]And she [B]will not leave [A]a [B]note
[CHORUS]
[B]At [A#]last! The 1998 [B]Show!
[B]The [A#]Situation Traged[B]y
[B]Grand [A#]Opera slick with [B]soap
[B]Cliff[A#]hangers with no [B]hope
[B]The [A#]water-colour in the flooded galler[A]y...
[B]There's [D]a [E]girl who'll push but [G]will not [E]shove
[D]And she's [E]desperate for her [G]father's l[E]ove
[D]She be[E]lieves the hand [D]be[G]neath the [E]glove [D]may be [E]one she needs [D]to [E]hold
[VERSE]
[A]Though she [B]doubts her host's mor[C]al[D]it[C]ies
[A]She dec[B]ides she is [C]more [D]at [C]ease
[A]In the [B]Land Of Doing-[C]As-[D]You-[C]Please
[A]Than [B]outside in [A]the [B]cold
[B]But the [E]backdrops peel and the sets give way
And the cast get eaten [F#]by [B]the [D]play
[B]There's a [E]murderer at the Matinee,
There are dead men [F#]in [B]the [D]aisles
[A]And the [B]patrons and the act[D]ors t[B]oo
[A]Are un[B]certain if the [C]show i[D]s [C]through
[A]And with [B]side-long looks aw[C]ait t[D]heir c[C]ue, [A]but the [B]frozen mask [A]just [B]smiles
[CHORUS]
[B]At l[A#]ast! The 1998 [B]Show!
[B]The [A#]torch-song no one ever s[B]ings!
[B]The [A#]curfew chorus [B]line!
[B]The [A#]comedy div[B]ine!
[B]The [A#]bulging eyes of puppets strangled by their s[A]trings!
[E]There's thrills and chills and girls galore, sing-songs and surprises!
[E]There's something hear for everyone, reserve your seat today!
[E]There's mischief and malarkies but no queers or yids or darkies
[E]Within this bastard's carnival, this vicious cabaret!
[E]They say that there's a broken light for every heart on Broadway
[E]They say that life's a game, then they take the board away
[E]They give you masks and costumes and an outline of the story
[E]Then leave you all to improvise their vicious cabaret...
[B]In [D]no-[E]longer-pretty cities [D]there are [E]fingers in the kitties
T[D]here are [E]warrants, forms, and c[F]hitties [E]and [D]a [E]jackboot on the[D] stair
[E]There’s [B]Sex and death and h[D]uman g[B]rime, in monochrome for one thin d[D]ime
At l[B]east the trains all run on time but they d[E]on't go anywhere
Facing their responsibilities, either on their backs or [F#]on [B]their [D]knees
[B]There are ladies who just simply freeze and dare not [F#]turn [B]a- [D]way
[A]And the [B]widows who re[C]fuse [D]to [C]cry [A]will be [B]dressed in garter [C]and [D]bow-t[C]ie
[A]And be [B]taught to kick their [C]legs [D]up [C]high [A]in this [B]vicious ca[A]ba[B]ret
[CHORUS]
[B]At l[A#]ast! The 1998 [B]Show!
[B]The [A#]ballet on the burning [B]stage
[B]The [A#]documentary [B]seen
[B]Up o[A#]n the fractured [B]screen
[B]The [A#]dreadful poem scrawled upon the crumpled [A]page...
[B]There's [D]a [E]policeman with an [G]honest [E]soul
[D]Who’s [E]seen whose head is [G]on the p[E]ole
[D]And he [E]grunts and fills [D]his [E]bri[D]ar [E]bowl with a feeling of [D]un[E]ease
[VERSE]
[A]Then he [B]briskly frisks the [D]torn re[B]mains
[A]For a [B]fingerprint or cr[D]imson s[B]tains
[A]And en[B]devours to ign[C]ore [D]the c[C]hains [A]that he walks in to [B]his [A]knees
[C]While [D]his [E]master in the dark nearby inspects the hands, with [F#]bru[B]tal [E]eye
[B]That have [E]never brushed a lover's thigh but have squeezed a [F#]nat[B]ion's t[D]hroat
[A]And he [B]hungers in his s[C]ec[D]ret d[C]reams
[A]For the [B]harsh embrace of [C]cruel [D]mac[C]hines
[A]But his [B]lover is not [C]what [D]she [C]seems
[A]And she [B]will not leave [A]a [B]note
[CHORUS]
[B]At [A#]last! The 1998 [B]Show!
[B]The [A#]Situation Traged[B]y
[B]Grand [A#]Opera slick with [B]soap
[B]Cliff[A#]hangers with no [B]hope
[B]The [A#]water-colour in the flooded galler[A]y...
[B]There's [D]a [E]girl who'll push but [G]will not [E]shove
[D]And she's [E]desperate for her [G]father's l[E]ove
[D]She be[E]lieves the hand [D]be[G]neath the [E]glove [D]may be [E]one she needs [D]to [E]hold
[VERSE]
[A]Though she [B]doubts her host's mor[C]al[D]it[C]ies
[A]She dec[B]ides she is [C]more [D]at [C]ease
[A]In the [B]Land Of Doing-[C]As-[D]You-[C]Please
[A]Than [B]outside in [A]the [B]cold
[B]But the [E]backdrops peel and the sets give way
And the cast get eaten [F#]by [B]the [D]play
[B]There's a [E]murderer at the Matinee,
There are dead men [F#]in [B]the [D]aisles
[A]And the [B]patrons and the act[D]ors t[B]oo
[A]Are un[B]certain if the [C]show i[D]s [C]through
[A]And with [B]side-long looks aw[C]ait t[D]heir c[C]ue, [A]but the [B]frozen mask [A]just [B]smiles
[CHORUS]
[B]At l[A#]ast! The 1998 [B]Show!
[B]The [A#]torch-song no one ever s[B]ings!
[B]The [A#]curfew chorus [B]line!
[B]The [A#]comedy div[B]ine!
[B]The [A#]bulging eyes of puppets strangled by their s[A]trings!
[E]There's thrills and chills and girls galore, sing-songs and surprises!
[E]There's something hear for everyone, reserve your seat today!
[E]There's mischief and malarkies but no queers or yids or darkies
[E]Within this bastard's carnival, this vicious cabaret!
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