flying to New York,
watching the lights outside my glass
nothing to report,
but then Zoey said...
and the lights came from happy and softly-lit homes
and my glass held a fine-tasting beer
as my girls drew me near
and that was a day i could smile
forget everything that's killing me
if nothing ever changed, that's a day I could smile
so, take that all you slings and arrows
it takes money, to make the world go aground
you better play along if you wanna stay around
so i secretly built me a thrilling machine
it could blow your mind on a dime
of cheap kerosene
when you put it on, you got a new reality
you became any damned thing you wanted to be
explore anywhere that you wanted to see
all compliments of me
so I went to the city to make a deal
I had the machine, and he could make it real
four hundred thousand at a time, out of steel, it was surreal!!!
and that was the day I got rich
get a new car, and a fine guitar kinda rich
that was the day i got rich
so stick that with your schadenfreude
with my cash advance, and some new pants
i was a new man, making big plans
I could make the machine so it would fit in your hand
(Am-C) Just a silver band, and it ran on CO2 man
and the money... flowed like alcohol... i could never
live enough to spend it all
that was the day I got rich
build a space station, buy some legislation rich
I say hey, that's the day I got rich
so take that, all you poverty lovers
(begin arc from quietest to finale... once this plane launches there's no stopping until the crash. Start with jet engine start, whine up through launch, into full flight, then breakup and crash).
(chords: Am - Am - G - D ? )
C - B - A-G-E-E
with my thrillin' machine
D-E-F-G - D - F - G
which was better than morphine
( transition back to chorus, Am-Am-G-D )
B-C-B-G- B-C-D-C- B - A -
I put the new machine inside.
B-C-B-G- B-C-D-C- B - A -
And it was truly beautiful
I built a giant lab.
We could make a cancer vaccine!
Or a new version of the machine!
We'll give you a new life for an hour!
we could fix death if we added some more power!
I'm like the Lord of this town.
This isn't a helmet, it's a CROWN!
(park on Dmaj for a while to turn it around)
< finale >
For on that day I was become Zombie Lord
I unleashed the first wave of my brain-eating horde
I forged my own soul into a nine-bladed sword
so
< drunks become full-on chorus arrangement >
SCREW
ALL
YOU
(choral part goes nuts, tenors and sopranos singing only the bold words)
i FORGED my own SOUL into a NINE bladed SWORD
SCREW
ALL
YOU
MOTHERFUCKERS!
(on ukulele, Am-Em-Am-Am)
and I hummed: hmmmm (introduce ZL theme, no flat 5th)
