C

C       
Let's go get out in the street

Am
Somebody's gotta

C
Let's get the stars to align

Am
For lambs to slaughter

       F
In the photographs

                   Ab
Their eyes make a signal path

                     Em
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on 

    F             Ab
And on and on and on and on

Cmaj7
Don't it feel like Friday night?

Am
Cars are all lined up

Cmaj7
Let it go push you around

Am
Oh, what's it amount to?

Dm                  G                         Dm G
Card sharks and street preachers want my soul

Dm                  G                         Dm G
All the sellers and palm readers want my soul

Cmaj7       Am 
Post sermon socialites

F           Ab
Park enchanters and skin tights

Dm                     G
All they want's my soul

                        C
Yeah, they want my soul

[Interlude]
 C Am

       F
In the photographs

                   Ab
Their eyes make a signal path

                     Em
And the feeling goes on and on and on and on 

    F             Ab
And on and on and on and on


Cmaj7
Let's go lose track of time

Am
Somebody's gotta

Cmaj7
Let's get the stars to align

Am
For lambs to slaughter

Dm        G                      Dm   G
Educated folk singers want my soul

Dm        G                      Dm   G
Jonathon Fisk still wants my soul

      C                 Am           
I got nothing I want to say to 'em

      F                      Ab
They got nothing left that I want

Dm                 G
All they want's my soul
Yes, yes, I know it

C    Am  
They want my soul

They want my soul
Oh ah, want my soul
Oh ah, they want my soul
Oh ah, they want my soul