Ray Of Hope, Hoe Of Rape by the Fatima Mansions
From the Fatima Mansions’ 1992 Valhalla Avenue album. Written by Cathal Coughlan. No capo.
[E] A glass ravine, [G] [Ab] low clouds which reek. [Fdim] The [E] boughs burnt diesel and burning pig, [G] [Ab] wide-rutted streets. [Fdim] [E] “666 Park Avenue,” [G] [Ab] yells a big red sign. [Fdim] Was it some [E] Anglo-Saxon, in love with his doom, [G] [Ab] left such a cheeky shrine? [G]
Then [C] all at once the daylight came
The [G7sus4] river lay ahead
In it [Dm] stood a wooden horse so tall
The [Am] water reached but half its leg
A [C] sign nearby read “Damn your law
This [G7sus4] horse’s hollow core
Contains the [Am] means for your destruction”
This all [Am] passersby ignored
Save us! (x16)
When the [E] great explorers, fortune [G] hunters, [Ab] slave men, conmen set their sails. [Fdim] They [E] dreamed of monsters without brains, [G] great [Ab] hulks to block their treasure trail. [Fdim] Well, [E] they got by with homicide [G] but [Ab] here’s the end to the magic spell – [Fdim] now the [E] monsters lie in mouths, in [G] veins, in [Ab] genitals, in empty [Fdim] bellies.
[B7] Baby, baby, won’t you treat me kind?
I’m only a white man who longs to die
To end I need the power that you must give me
Send the children outside! Don’t resist! Don’t cry!”
[E] The ray of hope [G] [Ab] as hoe of rape
[Fdim] Re [E] flecting light from tractor head [G] lamps into the [Ab] victim’s face
We [C] bleat about our pain and how we [G7sus4] lost and feel defiled
And we [Dm] cry all night for Santa Claus to [Am] make our blizzard mild
The [C] poor kind European white man [G7sus4] never hurt a fly
We were [Am] friends to all the races, every woman, every child
Save us! (x16)
So [E] back in the dirty hotel I lay in my [G] clothes and I [Ab] slept. I dreamed that I was [Fdim] face-to-face with an [E] amorous dragon who wanted to kill me and [G] beckoned. I ap [Ab] proached, unsheathed, and said, [G7] “Let’s [E] go! [G7] Let’s [E] go! [G7] Let’s [E] go!”
[G7] Let [E] me become with my de [G7] struction [E]
[G7] Won’t you [E] please acquaint me with your beautiful [G7] loss? [E]
[G7] “Let’s [E] go!