C                       B/C         Am
Well versed I am in the taint of my birth,
G
my diminishing role in this sphere.
C                B/C            Am
But sometimes i require a communique,
G
from the mother to make it clear.
D
Well England is pretty in the summer time
C                           B/C
boys are beautiful to the age of nine
Am
and certainly women begin to pine
 Em                              D
for usurping their leaden fear

C                      B/C      Am           G
but after making love we hear nothing mother greer.

G                             C
rise rise rise, and tune your pianos
                B/C      
i hear the wind whistle through their teeth
Am
you cheating sons from your deep,
Em                    D                           C
your dreamless, endless, arse-facing, walking sleep