Dm
Dm
Once there was a man who had a
F
little too much
C
time on his hands
A
he never stopped to think that he was getting
B
older
Dm
when his night came to an end
Db
he tried to grasp his for his last friend
Ab
and pretend that he could wish himself
Cm
health on a four-leaf
B
clover
Db
He said is this the return to oz the grass is
F#
dead the gold is
A
brown and the sky has
Db
claws
Db
theres a wind-up man walking round and round what
F#
once was emerald City's
A
now a crystal
Db
town
Dm
It's three o'clock in the morning you get a
F
phone call from the
C
queen with a hundred
A
heads she says that they're all
B
dead
Dm
she tried the last one on it couldn't speak fell off and
Db
now she just wanders the halls thinking
Ab
nothing
Cm
thinking nothing at
B
all
Db
She said is this the return to oz the grass is
F#
dead the gold is
A
brown and the sky has
Db
claws
Db
theres a wind-up man walking round and round what
F#
once was emerald city's
A
now a crystal
Db
town
Dm
The wheelies are cutting pavement and the
F
skeksis at the
C
rave meant to
A
hide deep inside their sunken
B
faces and their wild rolling
Dm
eyes but their callous words
Db
reveal that they can no longer
Ab
feel love or
Cm
sex appeal
B
the patchwork girl has come to cinch the
Db
deal
