Standard (EADGBE)

Wednesday is the day of rest in the house with the bamboo floor

 I'm picking off the barroom flies just in case I need another glass

It's so hot and the mirror's gettin' dull

I couldn't see it, I couldn't see it if I tried

The man in the mask has sold out all for nothin' at all

 Now the monsoon's here and it feels like judgment day.

Watch out for the ego's eye or the opium on the breakfast tray

And the laughter of the dying monk from the poison of the tsetse fly

All the mountains, they have no sides

And the robbers, they have a thousand lies

You can see it all in the rivers of Shanghai

Another monsoon's here and it feels like judgment day.