The Bewlay Brothers

	  		Intro: D D Em A7 (x2)

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And so the story goes they wore the clothes 
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They said the things to make it seem improbable
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The whale of a lie like they hope it was
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And the Goodmen of Tomorrow 
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Had their feet in the wallow
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And their heads of Brawn, were nicer shorn
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And how they bought their positions with saccharin and trust.
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The world was asleep to our latent fuss.
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Sighing the swirl through the streets 
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Like the crust of the sun
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The Bewlay Brothers
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in our Wings that Bark
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Flashing teeth of Brass
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Standing tall in the dark
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Oh, We were Gone-----
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Hanging out with your Dwarf Men
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We were so  turned on
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By your lack of Conclusions

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I was Stone and he was Wax
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So he could scream and still relax, unbelievable
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And we frightened the small children away
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And our talk was old and dust would flow
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Thru our veins and Lo! it was midnight
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Back o' the kitchen door
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Like the grim face on the Cathedral floor
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And the solid book we wrote
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Cannot be found today
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And it was stalking time for the Moonboys
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The Bewlay Brothers
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With our backs on the arch
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In the Devil-may-be-here
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But He can't sing above that
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Oh, We were Gone
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Real Cool Traders
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We were so   Turned On
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You thought we were Fakers

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Now the dress is hung, the ticket pawned
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the Factor Max that proved the fact is melted down,
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And woven on the edging of my pillow
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Now my Brother lays upon the Rocks
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He could be dead.  He could be not,
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He could be You.
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He's Camelian, comedian Corinthian and Caricature
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"Shooting-up Pie-in-the-Sky" The Bewlay Brothers
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In the feeble and the Bad
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The Bewlay Brothers
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In the Blessed and Cold
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In the Crutch-hungry dark
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Was where we flayed our Mark
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Oh, We were Gone
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Kings of Oblivion
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We were so  Turned On
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In the Mind-Warp Pavilion

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Lay me Place and bake me Pie
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I'm starving for me Gravy
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Leave my shoes, and door unlocked
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I might just slip away 
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Just for the Day, Hey!
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Please come Away, Hey!

(Repeat Last 2 Lines Into Fade)