Fm                Cm
Slow death to the nightingale
G7
His voice would always fail
Db
In tenement towers
           C7      C7
And on the rails

Ab               Bbdim7
And all of these praising words
Db               Ddim7      C7     C7
They all seem so absurd, so absurd

Fm               Cm
Your poverty you declare
G7
The paint blisters on your stairs
Db                                   C7
The dampness in your bones is always there

Ab               Bbdim7
And all of these praising words
Db                  Ddim7         C7    C7
Well, they all seem so absurd, so absurd

Fm                Cm
Ever thought that you would be
Ddim7
This washed up and lonely
Db                 C7
This washed up and lonely
Fm
This lonely