Standard (EADGBE)

Verse

1

I’m singing this song for my sister Sinead

 Concerning the god awful mess that she made

 When she told them her truth just as hard as she could

 Her message profoundly was misunderstood

Verse

2

There’s humans entrusted with guarding our gold

 And humans in charge of the saving of souls

 And humans responded all over the world

 Condemning that bald headed brave little girl

Chorus

 And maybe she’s crazy and maybe she ain’t

 But so was Picasso and so were the saints

 And she’s never been partial to shackles or chains

 She’s too old for breaking and too young to tame

Verse

3

 It’s askin’ for trouble to stick out your neck

 In terms of a target a big silhouette

 But some candles flicker and some candles fade

 And some burn as true as my sister Sinead

Chorus

 And maybe she’s crazy and maybe she ain’t

 But so was Picasso and so were the saints

 And she’s never been partial to shackles or chains

 She’s too old for breaking and too young to tame

S.F.L