Bm F#m A Bm F#m A Soothsayer leans up against a wall outside the Temple doorsBm F#m A Bm F#m A He's got deep blue eyes and a grin from horn to hornBm F#m A Bm F#m A Greasy hair, salesman smile, burnt orange suitBm F#m A Bm F#m A White patent-leather shoes circa 1974Bm F#m A Bm F#m A Well, he looks over his shoulder at the desperate onesBm F#m A Bm F#m A And he, he badgers them before they reach the doorBm F#m A Bm F#m A Well, he says, say there sucker, could something so big, so goodBm F#m A A Be as easy as just opening the door?D A D A D A Kneel down to the system, hail religious grindD A Now jump like a circus dog through my hoops of fireEm G D A You won't find a back door to heavenEm G D A You won't find a back door to heavenBm F#m A Bm F#m A Soothsayer lights up a holy smokeBm F#m A Bm F#m A Exhales real big Stings my eyesBm F#m A Bm F#m A And he said, I can make you work hard for nothingBm F#m A A Strive in the dirt and even spook you with the Holy GhostD A D A I can make you walk around the block twiceD A just when you wanna go homeD A Make you jump like a circus dog through my hoops of fireEm G D A You won't find a back door to heavenEm G D A You won't find a back door to heaven
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