High heeled boys dancin in the noise, bright lights blind it is play time. Silver screen smut in the tomb of Mr. Tut Standing tall overhead, these are the living dead. Stir the persian smack, see young faces crack, sold their souls for sex and greed in the bathroom in the back. You never know what you might see, up in the apple tree, your time is short how disappointed God must be. (solo over this pattern a few times.) verse: .... (4x) (.... = muted "" string sixteenth notes) chorus: solo vamp: verse chorus solo vamp chorus (1x) end w/ G# blues lick _______________________________________________________ Contribuição: Wagner Antônio([email protected])