Holy smoke    (video)    (midi)

 

    E - B - D - A - E (2x)

 

          E                        D

1. Believe in me and send no money,

        G                            A

    I died on the cross, that ain’t funny,

                  E                                                  D

    but my so-called friends, they’re making me a joke,

                          G                         A

    they missed out what I said like I never spoke.

 

                  E                                             D

    They choose what they wanna hear, don’t tell a lie,

                     G                                            A

    they just leave out the truth as they’re watching you die.

                   E                            D

    They’re saving the souls by taking your money,

      G                         A

    flies around shit, bees around honey.

 

   E                 G                    D                                         A

Holy smoke, holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke,

  E                                 G

feed them in feet first, this is no joke,

             D               - A                G         E      - G - D - A

this is thirsty work         making holy smoke,

               E                 - G - D - A

making holy smoke.

 

      E                           D

2. Jimmy Reptile and all his friends

                         G                          A

    say they’re gonna be with you at the end,

       E                        D                     G                     A

    burning records, burning books, holy soldiers, Nazi looks.

         E                              D

    Crocodile smiles, just wait a while

               G                               A

    till the TV Queen gets her make-up clean,

            E                        D

    I’ve lived in filth, I’ve lived in sin,

               G                                         A 

    and I still smell cleaner than the shit you’re in.

 

   E                 G                    D                                         A

Holy smoke, holy smoke, plenty bad preachers for the devil to stoke,

  E                                 G

feed them in feet first, this is no joke,

             D               - A                G         E      - G - D - A

this is thirsty work         making holy smoke,

  E                 -  G - D - A

holy smoke.

 

+  E - B - D - A - E  (instrumental passage left out here)

 

         E                                  D

3. They ain’t religious, but they ain’t no fools,

                 G                               A

    when Noah built his Cadillac, it was cool.

        E                            D 

    Two by two, they’re still going down,

                   G                    A

    and the satellite circus just left town.

 

         E                                         D 

    I think they’re strange, and when they’re dead,

       G                                  A

    they can have a Lincoln for their bed.

       E                                   D

    Friend of the president, trick of the tail,

                     G                                  A

    now they ain’t got a prayer, one hundred years in jail.

 

+  CHORUS     +  E

 

    (Iron Maiden)