Standard (EADGBE)
Sitting in a sandwich bar, pocket full of coppers from my penny jar
Breakfast, lunch and dinner, as autumn turns winter, and the cold
I'm looking for gold, but the pages beg on shine
And my eyes are turning blind, suffering the dark
But I can start
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
paradise
Chat line operator, said she'd meet me later for a walk
Gets so tired of voices, the last thing that she wants to do is talk
But there's a hole at the rainbow's end, now she works for a magazine,
Part time model she wants to be seen, up on a shelf
She can't help herself
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
paradise
Oooooooooooooooooooo, oh
Ooooooooooooooooooooo
Used to hang with Danny, who'd drink away the money from his begging bowl
Lost a leg at Tumbledown, used to say that's where he lost his soul
Now he's found the face of god, and he wears a Christian robe
And his begging bowl is sold, into the church
Into the search
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
paradise
Walking into the jungle, guided by simple, pieces of paradise
Street time marking out heaven, that's where their selling pieces of
paradise