verse 1 A F#m The Monochrome Martinet, Bm E His texture is starch, the song is a march, A F# And from the beginning, his duende was winning, Bm But though he's a worty emcee, Bm He'll never be part of the three, D E A F#m Orpheum act, Faustian pact, G D A Three might be duende, in fact. verse 2 D Bm Necropolis Blownapart, Em A A ghostly sight, emerges bright, D B Hot from the embers, the first team member, Em Is hatching a dasterdly plan, Em Like a bird with a dasterdly egg, G A D Bm Trapped in his time, lost in his rhymes, C G D One might duende defined. verse 3 G Em Apocryphal Espadrille, Am D The shaper of dreams, returns to the scene, G E No diorama, could match his drama, Am A smile that would frighten the blind, Am The incubus freezes the mind, C D G Em Fooled by his charm, right off the farm, F C G Sound Might Be Duende's alarm. verse 4 C Am Dystopio Smashedtobits, Dm G The keeper of dust, the builder of rust, C A When you discover Sleep's older brother, Dm The trio is finally complete, Dm The trio has just one conceit, F G C Am Forged by their past, first in their class, Outro A# Three might be duende, (Three might be duende) A# Three might be duende, (Three might be duende) A# C F Three might be duende, at last!