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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 boulevard |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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