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Turn Around by They Might Be Giants

[Convention: each chord is four beats/a full measure.  A dash indicates that
 the chord is held for another measure; two chords with a slash between
 them are held for two beats/half a measure each.

 Capo up two frets to be in the original key.]

       G                      -               -                    -
I was working all night in my office, when a man I had recently killed

          C                         -              D                       -
called me up from a phone near my building, so I looked out the window at him

            E                -                  Am   /   G       C  /  D
he had the same obsequious manner that was the reason I had him killed

       B                Em    /   D       A             D
so to calm my nerves I sang this song to him over the phone:

       G            -                  -                       -
Turn around, turn around - there's a thing there that can be found

       G            G7             G6                  G
turn around, turn around - it's a human skull on the ground

        C            -             G    -
human skull on the ground - turn around

I was out by myself in the graveyard
I was doing an interpretive dance
when I felt something heavy and pointed
strike me in the back of my neck
and then the ghost of my dance instructor
pushed me down into an open grave
and as dirt rained down she played a xylophone
and sang me this song:


We were waving our arms out the window
of a fast-moving passenger train
acting in an irresponsible fashion
until the engineer whose back had been turned
and who we thought would find us highly amusing
quickly swivelled his head around
and his face which was a paper-white mask of evil
sang us this song:




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