The Door-to-Door Inspector by the Fatima Mansions

From the Fatima Mansions’ 1990 Viva Dead Ponies album. Written by Cathal Coughlan. No capo.

High Llamas - Snowbug

INTRO

[Am] [Am7] [F] [G] (x2)
[Am] [Am7] [F] [Fmaj7] [Dm7] [G7sus4] [G]

VERSE 1

[Am] The door-to- [Am7] door in [F] spector [G]
[Am] His knuckles [Am7] bare and [F] white [G]
[Am] Is rapping [Am7] on your [F] window
He [Fmaj7] knows you’re [Dm7] hiding here to [G7sus4] night [G]

VERSE 2

[Am] He’s travelled [Am7] from the [F] city [G]
[Am] To your [Am7] country [F] slum [G]
[Am] Under [Am7] rain and [F] black clouds
And the [Fmaj7] burnt-out [Dm7] silver [G] su [C] [G7] n

CHORUS 1

He’ll [C] drop you where you [G7] stand
Lift the [C] roof with his bare [G7] hands
And hand you [Am7] down his just de [Dsus4] mands
As you huddle in your tiny [G7sus4] corner [G]

VERSE 3

[Am] The door-to- [Am7] door in [F] spector [G]
[Am] Now sits to [Am7] eat his [F] lunch [G]
[Am] He scowls at [Am7] last week’s [F] paper
In the [Fmaj7] worker’s [Dm7] cafe, [G7sus4] hushed

VERSE 4

Well [G] now you [Am] made your [Am7] choice when [F] mocking [G]
[Am] The ways of [Am7] true grown [F] men [G]
Now may your [Am] woman [Am7] love pro [F] tect you
As you [Fmaj7] face this grevious [Dm7] punishment you’ve [G] earned [C] [G7]

CHORUS 2

Oh he’ll [C] drop you where you [G7] stand
He’ll pump your [C] brow and smash your [G7] hands
Give you the [Am7] mind of an old [Dsus4] man
To light you dimly to the end of your [G] days [C] [G7]

CHORUS 3/OUTRO

Oh oh he’ll [C] drop you where you [G7] stand
Then journey [C] home to wash those [G7] hands
And to his [Am7] bed he’ll trembling [Dsus4] go
(Passion not [Dsus4] spent)
A man a [G7sus4] lone [G]

[Am] [Am7] [F] [F6] [E7]