I See The Joker

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Mornings now I breakfast in the tower              |Em / / / |A  / / / |
Then travel thirty floors to the garage            |Eb / / / |C  / / / |
My sons are with me even underground               |Em / / / |A  / / / |
With nothing but our gun-cars all around           |F  / / / |Em / / / |
From anything but nuclear attack                   |F# / / / | / / / / |
That place is safe, but when I cut the pack        |A  / / / |B  / / / |
I see the Joker                                    |Em / / / | / / / / |
I cut the pack and see the Joker                   |A  / B / |C (flat5)|
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The forecourt is crawling with our boys            |Em / / / |A  / / / |
A heavy weapon rides in every car                  |Eb / / / |C  / / / |
My Cadillac's a safe-deposit box                   |Em / / / |A  / / / |
With plastic armour in the top and sides           |F  / / / |Em / / / |
Solid like a strongroom in Fort Knox               |F  / / / |C  / / / |
And all along the parkway into town                |Am / / / |G  / / / |
We're covered for a mile front and back            |F# / / / | / / / / |
By Family cars, but when I cut the pack            |A  / / / |B  / / / |
I see the Joker                                    |Em / / / | / / / / |
I cut the pack and see the Joker                   |A  / B / |C (flat5)|
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Who is this guy and why does he want me?           |Em / / / |A  / / / |
This city has been ours since Christ knows when    |Eb / / / |C  / / / |
At first from booze and girls and junk, and then   |Em / / / |A  / / / |
Legitimate, from rents and industry                |F  / / / |Em / / / |
The Chief of Police is ours to buy and sell        |F  / / / |C  / / / |
The DA and the Mayor are ours as well              |Am / / / |G  / / / |
There's no-one left to fight, the enemy            |Bm / / / |E  / / / |
Are dead and gone, or just some juicehead black    |F# / / / |A  / / / |
Loose with a knife, but when I cut the pack        |A  / / / |B  / / / |
I see the Joker                                    |Em / / / | / / / / |
I cut the pack and see the Joker                   |A  / B / |C (flat5)|
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The cops are checking each incoming flight         |Em / / / |A  / / / |
For solo hitmen with an urge to die                |Eb / / / |C  / / / |
No-one gets in here by day or night                |Em / / / |A  / / / |
Without I don't know who they are and why          |F  / / / |Em / / / |
I'm in the clear, at barely fifty-five             |F  / / / |C  / / / |
One of the most respected men alive                |Am / / / |G  / / / |
Some blubber here and there, but nothing slack     |F# / / / | / / / / |
I'm right on top, but when I cut the pack          |A  / / / |B  / / / |
I see the Joker                                    |Em / / / | / / / / |
I cut the pack and see the Joker                   |A  / B / |C (flat5)|
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We do the journey different every day              |Em / / / |A  / / / |
Today we hit the garment district first            |Eb / / / |C  / / / |
Then double back and take the boulevarde           |Em / / / |A  / / / |
And as we drive I don't know which is worst        |F  / / / |Em / / / |
To know he'll come but not to know the way         |F  / / / |C  / / / |
To know he'll make a play but not know how         |Am / / / |G  / / / |
Is he somewhere out there setting up the gun?      |Bm / / / |E  / / / |
Is this headache from his crosswires on my brow?   |C# / / / | / / / / |
There's no way, not a crevice, not a crack         |F# / / / | / / / / |
That he can reach me, but when I cut the pack      |A  / / / |B  / / / |
I see the Joker                                    |Em / / / | / / / / |
I cut the pack and see the Joker                   |A  / B / |C  / / / |
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