Title: The Word
Subtitle:
Artist: The Beatles
Album: Rubber Soul
Author: John Lennon & Paul McCartney
Copyright:
Tabled by: guitar-steve@gmx.de
Instructions:
Notices:
Tempo: 104 BPM
Tracks: 8
Instruments:
Bars: 99

Lyric

Fuck! What have you done?
I was out wandering with gods

What? Are you mad at me?
Some other reason leaves to me instilled
Like a madman, I'll defend the end of the world as ennui

Who said a little upper won't help you find your way to the light?
Inner parallel
Subtlety, denied

Save them, or don't save us
For the skin that we steal in the name of your willing god

What are you?
An asshole that can breathe without any air?
Drinking the tears of parasites
Are you satisfied?

Ooh, there's a carving on the wall
The affair is a piece of the estranged
Do you see?

I am aware of the signs
The lapses in space and time
I am a fingertip away, I may

Bonjour
Just a few remaining words

Caught up in a mouthful, full of innuen-du-monde, adieu
Our manic, missive manifest of modern mystery
Weigh the weightfulness of mighty-fine conceit
We are allowed, allowed, allowed to weep
We know right where they'll drown their vendettas in wine

So where do we, where do we, where do we sign?

Take it all
I'll take it all