A A/G#
I keep talking to the microphone
D D/C#
The microphone, the microphone
Bm
But it's like talking to a wall of brick
E E7/D
It makes me sick, it makes me sick
A/C# D
And tired of trying to tell the microphone
Bm G
It doesn't seem to know
A
That it's owned
Bm D
It doesn't know it's owned
E
It doesn't know
F#m F#m/E F#m/D# Dm
A voice is speaking from beyond the grave
From in a cave, beyond the grave
The turning wheels of a cassette machine
Will reenact the buried fact
The dog who hears it cannot understand
His master's turned to sand
And he's free
He doesn't see he's free
He doesn't see
[Instrumental verse]
End on A
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