F Dm (pause) F Here I sleep the morning throughDm 'Til the wail of the call to prayer awakes meF And there ain't nothing at all to do but rise and followDm The day wherever it takes meF I stand at the window and I look at the seaDm And I am what I am, and what will be will beF I stand at the window and I look at the seaDm And I make me a pot of opium tea ( p a u s e ) F Down at the port I watch the boats come inDm Watch the boats come in can do something to youF And the kids gather around with an outstretched handDm And I toss them a dirham or twoF Well, I wonder if my children are thinking of meDm Cause I am what I am, and what will be will beF I wonder if my kids are thinking of meDm And I smile and I sip my opium tea (pause) F At night the sea lashes the rust red rampartsDm And the shapes of hooded men who pass meF And the moan of the wind laughs and laughs and laughsDm The strange luck that fate has cast meF Well, the cats on the rampart sing merrilyDm That he is what he is and what will be will beF Yeah, the cats on the rampart sing merrilyDm And I sit and I drink of my opium teaF I'm a prisoner here, I can never go homeDm There is nothing here to win or loseF There are no choices needed to be made at allDm Not even the choice of having to chooseF Well, I'm a prisoner here, yes, but I'm also freeDm Cause I am what I am and what will be will beF I'm a prisoner here, yeah, but I'm also freeDm And I smile and I sip my opium tea.
Opium Tea
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds
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