Evil Man by the Fatima Mansions
From the Fatima Mansions’ 1992 Valhalla Avenue album. Written by Cathal Coughlan. No capo.
[F] [Gm] [Cm]
[A] [G] (x4)
[A] Born to re [G] fuse, and [A] raised to ex [G] clude
Fed [A] myths to dis [G] prove by post-co [A] lonial [G] prudes
The [A] city was evil, some [G] country was evil
The [A] hippies were evil, the [G] writers were evil
The [A] homeless were evil, the [G] workers were evil
The [A] summer was evil, inde [G] pendence was evil
[A] Grown and re [G] leased with the [A] heart of a [G] thief
Wanting [A] only to [G] seek the very [A] gentlest of [G] streets where
[A] Nobody’s evil, [G] nobody’s evil (x5)
[B] So easy to hate
[B] Just look at the face
[B] The nose in the clouds
[B] The bulge in the [Bm7] brow
And the [Bm7] head on backwards
[B] The need to escape all visible space
[B] Continuous drift to depend and dis [Bm7] miss
And the [Bm7] head on backwards
[B7] (Evil, evil, weak and now feeble, evil, evil) [Em] Evil man!
[B7] (Evil, evil, we who would kneel, evil, evil) [Em] Evil man!
[B7] (Evil, evil, man we’ll get even, evil, evil) [Em] Evil man!
[B7] (Evil, evil, we all know the reason, evil, evil) [Em] Evil man!
[A] Here comes the [G] fun
[A] Blink and it’s [G] gone
[A] See what you’ve [G] won
The [A] end’s just [G] begun
[A] I am the demon, [G] I am the demon (x5)
[B] The morning is hell
[B] The night full of blood
[B] Each sickening smell
Announces a [Bm7] flood
In a [Bm7] human holiday
[B] No wall at the back
[B] No light on the map
[B] No fiction, no fact
[B] No fibre [Bm7] now – chaff
In the [Bm7] human holiday
[B7] (Evil, evil, weak and now feeble, evil, evil) [Em] Evil man!
[B7] (Evil, evil, we who would kneel, evil, evil) [Em] Evil man!
[B7] (Evil demon, quit while you’re even, evil, evil) [Em] Evil man!
[B7] (Evil, evil, we all know the reason, evil, evil) [Em] Evil man!
[B] [A]
[B] I’m clearing my desk
[B] It’s time for a rest
[B] Tomorrow is dead
[B] So the worms have been [Bm7] fed
With the [Bm7] head on backwards
[A] The washing of hands
[A] The kissing of feet
[A] The failure which brands
[A] Nightmare without [Bm7] sleep
To any [Bm7] fool with a grievance (It’s open season!)
[B7] (Evil, evil, weak and now feeble, evil, evil) [Em] Evil man!
[B7] (Evil, evil, we who would kneel, evil, evil) [Em] Evil man!
[B7] (Evil, evil, quit while you’re even, evil, evil) [Em] Evil man!
[B7] (Evil, evil, we all know the reason, evil, evil) [Em] Evil man!
FADE
[Am7] [Gm7]