G# C#/G# Fm/C She chose the soft centre and took it to bed with her mother. G# F# C# G# And the ideal confusion was just an illusion - A#m Fm/C C to gain further news of her brother. G# C#/G# Fm/C And the comfort of mother was just an appeal for protection. G# F# C# G# A#m For the cat from next door was found later at 4 Fm/C C in surgical dissection. Chorus: F D#maj7 A# F And I don't want to be the son of any freak. D#maj7 A# F Who for a chocolate centre can take you off the street. A Dm Dm/C A# For soon they'll plough the desert and God knows where I'll be. F C/E Dm Dm/C G7/B C Collecting submarine numbers - on the main street of the sea. The Vicar is thicker And I just can't see through to him For his cardinal sings A collection of hymns And a collection of coins is made after And who wrote the Bible Was it Judas or Pilate Well one cleans his hands While the other one hangs But still I continue to stand Chorus - x2 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# A#m C C# C Dm D#m D#maj7 E F Fm F# G# G7 B |