Dm

Dm
Once there was a man who had a
F
little too much
C
time on his hands
A
he never stopped to think that he was getting
Bb
older
Dm
when his night came to an end
Db
he tried to grasp his for his last friend
Ab
and pretend that he could wish himself
Cm
health on a four-leaf
Bb
clover

Db
He said is this the return to oz the grass is
F#
dead the gold is
A
brown and the sky has
Db
claws
Db
theres a wind-up man walking round and round what
F#
once was emerald City's
A
now a crystal
Db
town

Dm
It's three o'clock in the morning you get a
F
phone call from the
C
queen with a hundred
A
heads she says that they're all
Bb
dead
Dm
she tried the last one on it couldn't speak fell off and

Db
now she just wanders the halls thinking
Ab
nothing
Cm
thinking nothing at
Bb
all

Db
She said is this the return to oz the grass is
F#
dead the gold is
A
brown and the sky has
Db
claws
Db
theres a wind-up man walking round and round what
F#
once was emerald city's
A
now a crystal
Db
town

Dm
The wheelies are cutting pavement and the
F
skeksis at the
C
rave meant to
A
hide deep inside their sunken
Bb
faces and their wild rolling
Dm
eyes but their callous words
Db
reveal that they can no longer
Ab
feel love or
Cm
sex appeal
Bb
the patchwork girl has come to cinch the
Db
deal