B Bb E
Francis didn't give a fuck about the rollbacks,
B Bb E
overproduction, reduced demand.
B Bb E
Never gave much thought to disputed contracts.
E B F#
In his short life he'd only ever known
E B F#
panic, fear, pain, darkness, pandemonium
F# F#
in this hell that was his home and
B Bb E B Bb E
4th quarter ruining expectations expedited their demise.
B Bb E
The panic grew as the humans stalked among them,
B F#
when the screaming began.
E B F#
Francis shut his eyes and felt the hand of the humanity
F# Ab B F#
brush over him but then his killers back turned for a moment.
Ab B F#
A blinding ray of light spread across the floor.
Ab B F#
In a crimson pool he saw his own reflection
F# Hold
as he bolted for the door.
Ab Bb B Lead in
E Ab Bb B
Not just some fractured fairy tail,
E Ab Bb B
although I wish that that were true.
E Ab Bb B
This is a fable far too real
E Ab Hold & pick strings sensually x4
that we somehow still cling to.
Picking changes here. See the original song and you'll get the idea.
Ab (Palm) B F#
The storylines that bridge the chasms between cognition and belief.
Ab (palm) B F#
Any other plausible denial that might offer some relief.
Ab (palm) B F#
From the dissonance that francis left screaming in his wake.
Ab (palm) B F#
Deep into the heart of the cities parklands he made good his escape.
E B F# || E B F#
And where for five months he ran free and replayed his only fond memory.
F# Ab B F#
Just a warm and distant dream of his mothers loving eyes upon him.
Ab B F# Ab B
Francis made it farther than she did. A quarter mile just short
F#
of the city limits they finally captured him.
Ab B F# || Ab
And there's a statue right behind where it's written to remind
B F# Ab B F#
us of all their contributions. To me it marks "potemkin city limits"
F# E Ab Bb B Lead in
as francis cast in bronze to the realm of god.
E Ab Bb B
Not just some fractured fairy tail,
E Ab Bb B
although I wish that that were true.
E Ab Bb B
This is a fable far too real
E Ab
that we somehow still cling to.