A                      A7
So you had the best legs in a business built for kicks,
             Bm                            F#
But was this changing of the guards really supposed to make you sick?
       D    E            D           E
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
A                    A7
Medium Rotation, the Shock of the New,
      Bm                         F#
And a memo from Feldman saying, "everything is true."
       D     E           D           E
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!


[Chorus]

      A          B    D         B
Don't spend your life conceiving
         A      B                       D       B
That the widows won't get sick of their grieving
      D              E
'Till everyone walks out.
           D                              E
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
  D                        E
Express your bloated self, willful and indignant,
       D                  Dm
In the face of somebody's lord!


[Instrumental]

A   A7   Bm   F#   D   E   D   E   x2


[Verse 2]

           A                     A7
You try to summon up the spirits live on Face the Nation,
Bm                          F#
But the Port Authority just taxed incantations.
       D     E      D              E
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!
A7                           A7
Auction off The Temple. It's money well-spent.
               Bm                        F#
Hey, are those tears in your eyes as the wind cries, "enlargement"?
       D     E      D              E
It's alright... The Sublimate Hour!


[Chorus]

      A          B    D         B
Don't spend your life conceiving
         A      B                       D       B
That the widows won't get sick of their grieving
      D              E
'Till everyone walks out.
           D                              E
Hey, isn't that what rock 'n' roll is all about, Princess?
  D                        E
Express your bloated self, willful and indignant,
       D                  Dm
In the face of somebody's lord!


[Instrumental]

A   A7   Bm   F#   D   E   D   E   x2


[Verse]

   A                          A7
So put your hands together! I hear it's a must
           Bm                     F#
Until this phoney Beatlemania has bitten the dust.
       D     E      D               E
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!
            A                         A7
I guess the streets will suffice till everybody makes nice,
              Bm                     F#
But there's a rumor going round even Destroyers have a price...
       D     E      D               E
It's alright... The Sublimation Hour!


[Outro]

      A          B    D         B
Don't spend your life conceiving
A   B   D   B
D   E   D   E
D   E   D   Dm