Elvis Costello – Stations Of The Cross (Guitar)

    Dm
The tempest blows up from a squall

                     C
Past the Cape of Bad Conscience

                     F
Into the Gulf of the Cauldron

               Bb           F          Gm
Roars over the coastline to batter and flatten

             C                           F
Exposing the roots like the dyed hair of slattern

Dm
Scrapper and mauler in a rope ring this small

C                   F
Outside the wind is punching

                       Bb
There's no one left to hear it

F                Gm
No one hears the bell ring

                            C
Except the one who comes to fear it

                     F
And they continue to brawl

     Cm                  D7
He's buying his way into heaven I suppose

   Gm    Fm
He weeps at the blows

     Cm                     D7
But down in a location that we cannot disclose

   Gm             Fm
He turns the dial slowly

            Bb              Eb
Through the Stations of the Cross

Cm            F
Crowd done up dandy

   Bb           Eb
In diamonds and finery

Cm         F
Baying and howling

      Bb       Eb
All bloodlusty calling

Cm         F
Fists like pistons

Bb              Eb
Faces like meat spoiling

Cm          F     Bb         Eb
Haul, boys, haul, bully-boys haul

Dm
Later that evening

   C                                F
Go down the stairs to a dive like a dungeon

                 Bb                 F           Gm
Meanwhile in the backroom there's a girl like a sponge

                      C                     F
Saying, "Bring him in long as a constable's truncheon"

    Dm
The gunman wants Molly to kingdom come

     C                     F
Then blows them all to the hereafter

                Bb   F       Gm
Who's scuttling away now and hidden from our view?

                  C                       F
Who tightened the tourniquet, turning her blue?

     Cm                  D7
He's buying his way into heaven I suppose

   Gm    Fm
He weeps at the blows

     Cm                     D7
But down in a location that we cannot disclose

   Gm             Fm
He turns the dial slowly

            Bb              Eb
Through the Stations of the Cross

    Cm           F
The gale of hale laughter

Bb             Eb
Scales up the ivory

    Cm                F          Bb               Eb
The black keys of her fine whine descend into the minor

Cm       F
Die away breathless

Bb            Eb
Diminishing behind her

Cm        F     Bb         Eb
Haul boys haul, bully-boys haul

    Dm
The water came up to the eaves

      C                          F
You'd think someone had opened a valve

                 Bb           F           Gm
It's too soon to stay now and too late to leave

              C                         F
So spare your remorse all the way up to Calvary

     Cm                  D7
He's buying his way into heaven I suppose

   Gm    Fm
He weeps at the blows

     Cm                     D7
But down in a location that we cannot disclose

   Gm             Fm
He turns the dial slowly

            Bb              Eb
Through the Stations of the Cross

            Bb              Eb
Through the Stations of the Cross

            Bb              Eb
Through the Stations of the Cross