(A7)What do you think my the brain are is made for?

Is it just a con tain er for the mind?

This great (Em7)pur grey mat ter.

(Em7)Sen sei re plied, et, (A7)“What is your wom an, is she just a con tain er for the child?”

That soft pink mat ter,

cot ton can dy,

Ma jin Buu.

Close my (Bm)eyes and

fall in to you, you, you.

you.

My God,

she’s giv ing (Em7)me pleas ure.

(A7)What if the sky and the stars are for show for?

and the just a li ens are watch ing live

from the (Em7)pur ple mat ter?

(Em7)Sen sei went qui et, (A7)“What then vio wom lent and we sparred a un til we both grew tired.

Noth in’ pink mat tered,

cot ton can dy,

Ma jin Buu.

Dim the (Bm)lights and

fall in to you, you, you, you.

My God,

giv ing me (Em7)me pleas ure.

pleas

ure.

pleas ure,

pleas ure,

pleas ure,

pleas

ure o ver (Em7)mat ter.

Hey.

You’re (Em7)good at be ing bad.

You’re (Bm)bad at be ing good.

For (Em7)heav en’s sake, go to hell.

Knock, knock on wood,

hey.

You’re (Em7)good at be ing bad, you’re (A7)bad at be ing good.

For (Bm)heav en’s sake, go to hell.

For (Em7)heav en’s sake, go to hell.

Knock, (Bm)knock, knock, knock on wood.