Capo 3rd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

 Language City is a bad, old place

 We all know

 Where eyeballs float in space

 We all know

 We're tired, we can't sleep

 It's crowded here, none of us leave

 Language City don't mean a thing to me

Audiences, the same program is always on

When I interfere, it's best to avoid the law

 When your wife wakes up and sees

Shut the blinds and block out the street

 Language City don't mean a thing to me

All this working

Just to tear it down

All this working

Just to tear it down

 Language City is a bad, old place

 We all know

Eyeballs float in space

 We all know

 We're tired, we can't sleep

 It's crowded in the street

 Language City don't mean a thing to me

 I been here so long my heart is a parking lot

Hollow feet rooted to the spot

 But the fields are beyond belief

 From the tower out to where I can see

 Language City don't mean a thing to me

All this working

Just to tear it down

All this working

Just to tear it down

Bridge

On the telephone

On the telephone

On the telephone

 Someone's counting the hours

In a paper room

In a paper room

In a paper room

 Somebody's counting the hours

Now I know it's true

From above this room

 Somebody's counting the hours

The hours

The hours

The houuuuurs

(Bass solo)

Oh the long bitter road

Let us down

(Come in gradually)

Oh the ringing telephone

 There's no one around

We are not at home

 We are not at home

 We are not at home

 We are not at home

 We are not at home

 We are not at home

We are not at home

 We are not at home

 We are not at home

 We are not at home

 We are not at home

 We are not at home

Hang on the telephone

 Hang on the telephone

 Hang on the telephone

 Hang on the telephone