Capo 5th A E A E I saw prayers being made with plastic rosaries A E A E Carpets laid, no thought for furniture... E F#m All the dogs are lying down A All the dogs are lying... E F#m All the dogs are lying down A All the dogs are lying... E B7 As I crept wayward cracking bones F#m A The steeple rose, the way unknown. E B7 The steeple jarred I set me down F#m And listened to the furnished ground. E B7 F#m A x2 E B7 "She saith soft things," said one who lay - F#m A I turned to see the one turn grey! E B7 An ash-burnt brim with naught he wept F#m But to the ground my ear had bent. E B7 F#m A x2 E B7 "Say softer things than e'er," saith I F#m The while my horse had run a mile E B7 And lying in the black I wept - F#m For ne'er a lad so wayward crept. E B7 F#m A x2 E B7 Listening hard I felt too young - F#m The waywards talk with older tongues... E B7 F#m A E Bm A E x4 E SCREWS ON! SCREWS UP! Bm LEFT DOWN! LIP OUT! A Burned by day! Marooned by night! E Lost in a battle and found in a fight E Creep off ash-stained Bm Jump off, six lanes A One left and one gone! E None left and I'm gone! Bm A E I'm gone! I'm gone! I'm gone! E Bm A E x2 A E A E I saw prayers being made with plastic rosaries A E A E Carpets laid, no thought for furniture... E F#m All the dogs are lying down A All the dogs are lying... E F#m All the dogs are lying down A E All the dogs are lying...