There’s a (Bm)lit tle black (A)spot on the sun to day

It’s the (G)same old thing as yes ter day

There’s a (Bm)black hat caught in the high tree (A)top

There’s a (G)flag pole rag and the wind won’t stop

I have (A)stood here be fore in side the (D)pour ing (G)rain with the (A)world turn ing cir cles run ning (D)’round my (G)brain.

I guess (A)I’m al ways hop in’ that you’ll (D)end this (G)reign but it’s (A)my des ti ny to be the (D)king of (G)pain.

There’s a (Bm)lit tle black spot on the sun to day

that’s my soul up there

It’s the (A)same old thing fro as in yes wat ter day

(F#m)that’s my soul up there

There’s a (Bm)black hat caught in a high tree top that’s my soul up there

There’s a (A)flag pole rag trapped and the wind won’t stop

(F#m)that’s my soul up there

I have (D)stood here be fore in side the pour ing (G)rain with the (D)world turn ing cir cles run ning ’round my (G)brain.

I guess (D)I’m al ways hop ing that you’ll end this (G)reign but it’s (D)my des ti ny to be the king of (G)pain.

There’s a (Bm)fos sil that’s trapped in a high cliff wall

that’s my soul up there

There’s a (A)dead sal mon fro zen in a wat er fall

(F#m)that’s my soul up there

There’s a (Bm)blue whale beached by a spring tide’s ebb that’s my soul up there

There’s a (A)but ter fly trapped in a spi der’s web

(F#m)that’s my soul up there

I have (D)stood here be fore in side the pour ing (G)rain with the (D)world turn ing cir cles run ning ’round my (G)brain.

I guess (D)I’m al ways hop ing that you’ll end this (G)reign but it’s (D)my des ti ny to be the king of (G)pain.

There’s a king of (G)pain.

There’s a king on a throne with his eyes torn out There’s a blind man look ing for a (G)shad ow of doubt; There’s a rich man sleep ing on a (G)gold en bed There’s a ske le ton chok ing on a (D)crust of (Bm)bread.

There’s a (Bm)red fox torn by a hunts men’s pack

that’s my soul up there

There’s a (A)black winged gull with a bro ken back (F#m)that’s my soul up there

There’s a (F#m7)lit tle black (Fmaj7)spot on the sun to (Eb)day It’s the (F#m7)same old thing as yes ter day

I have (D)stood here be fore in side the pour ing (G)rain with the (D)world turn ing cir cles run ning ’round my (G)brain.

I guess (D)I’m al ways hop ing that you’ll end this (G)reign but it’s (D)my des ti ny to be the king of (G)pain.

King of pain.

King of pain.