The Writer by Fischer Z #----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------# #This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the # #song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. # #------------------------------------------------------------------------------# Date: Tue, 13 Jan 1998 09:37:29 +0100 From: Tilman Heckel Subject: CRD: f/fischer_z/the_writer The Writer (Fischer Z) Album: Red Skies Over Paradise Dm C G A Dm C G A The other side of the room Dm C G A an empty bottle lies broken Dm C G A Purple faces are sure, Dm C G A of snow white sheets to soak in His clothes are spread around, they smell of perspiration A half eaten meal attracts the flies attention A Do I Do I Do I Do I Hear the man's cries Do I Do I Do I Do I Look in his eyes Do I Do I Do I Do I Care if he dies Do I Do I Do I Do I Do I? Dm C G A Take a paper towel and place it over his head Dm C G A Phone up reception and report him as dead Dm C G A Open up the window and expose him to light Dm C A Dm C G Push it all away from me ... No that can't be right ... A Dm C G A Ri High hight ... A continental breeze has set the blinds in motion Brings just a hint of change from the Atlantic Ocean The ancient church bell rings. Defies the march of progress The senoritas said you were too young to notice Do I Do I Do I Do I ... Take a paper towel... -- Transcript by Tilman Heckel www.TAB6.com