Popemobile To Paraguay by the Fatima Mansions
From the Fatima Mansions’ 1994 Lost in the Former West album. Written by Cathal Coughlan. No capo.
The [G6] postmark read [C7/E] “Asunc [A6] ion”
[G] [A] (x4)
By the [G] [A] foul Adriatic there can be some dramatic
Vari [G] [A] ations in the temperature
So you [G] [A] can’t recall which S.S. dress to [G] we [A] ar [G] [A]
But the [G] [A] king of the papists is a friend of the rapists
And the [G] [A] upside-down crucifixion squad
So e [G] [A] scape from sure defeat is thus arra [G] [A] nged [G] [A]
A [E7] man with your knowledge of electrical goods
Should [C6] not be condemned because he’s [E7] misunderstood
Trip from [E7] Zagreb to Rome, and on to Asuncion
in the [C6] clothes of a bishop, the new [E6] beard being your [G6] own
You may [D] think we look stupid, but we’re [Bbmaj7] paying the rent
And we [F] won’t trade our fortunes for a [Eb] hippy tent
There are [D] colours of angels with [Bbmaj7] both wings on the right
And we’ve [F] supped and we’ve coupled through our [Eb] mystic life
[D] Eternal city, [Bbmaj7] [D] firm and true [Bbmaj7] no
[D] Naked crim [Bbmaj7] son [C] lights
[D] Constant like [Bbmaj7] an [D] anthrax bomb [Bbmaj7]
[D] Honest like a [C] knife
[D] All of this must [Bb/D] never die
[D] Popemobile to [Bb/D] Paraguay
[D] [Bbmaj7] [F] [Ab] (x2)
It’s [G] [A] been a while since [G] [A] you said “heil”
You [G] CI [A] A-bred [G] necro [A] phile
No [G] Russkies [A] left to [G] rail at, [A] not for [G] now [A]
But the [G] [A] Slavs in their millions
With their [G] [A] scrapheaps of children
Must [G] re [A] place your South A [G] meri [A] cans
More [G] skulls to [A] keep your [G] Mafi [A] a in the [G] Mafi [A] a Top [G] Te [A] n
They’ll [E7] mass when commanded, they’ll hate when they’re told
They’ll [C6] murder their neighbours for the [E7] good of their soul
They’ll [E7] punish your enemies if you’ll read out their names
They’ll be a [C6] dorning the bridges from the [E6] Don to the [G6] Thames
You may [D] think we look stupid, but we’re [Bbmaj7] paying the rent
And we [F] won’t trade our fortunes for a [Eb] hippy tent
There are [D] colours of angels with [Bbmaj7] both wings on the right
And we’ve [F] supped and we’ve coupled through our [Eb] mystic life
[D] Cleansing fa [Bbmaj7] ces [D] of their smiles [Bbmaj7]
[D] Butchers sheltered [Bbmaj7] and [C] praised
[D] Meeting pain [Bbmaj7] with [D] fairytales [Bbmaj7]
Dead [D] bank-balances [C] raised
[D] All of this must [Bb/D] never die
[D] Popemobile to [Bb/D] Paraguay
You may [D] think we look stupid, but we’re be [Bbmaj7] hind with the rent
How [F] much am I bid for this [Abmaj7] real piece of [G] Jesus’
[D] Polyester tent – [Bbmaj7] polyester tent – [F] polyester tent
Which my [Abmaj7] dad just [G] sent
And it’s [D] lock up the women, burn this [Bbmaj7] book for me, man
Send [F] sweeties and flowers to [Abmaj7] Teh [G] ran
[D] Lock up the women, burn this [Bbmaj7] book for me, man
Send [F] sweeties and flowers to my [Abmaj7] pal in [G] Teh [D] ran
[D] Teh [Bbmaj7] ran
Teh [F] ran – [Abmaj7] ran [G]
In I-[D] ran
In I- [Bbmaj7] ran
In I- [F] ran – ra [Abmaj7] [G] n [D]