Old King Cole Tab par The Mechanisms

[Intro]
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[Verse]
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Old King Cole was a brutal soul, and a
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bloody red soul had he
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He called for his mead and his gun so 
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cold, and he called for his little 
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pigs three
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Now every piggy had a razor blade and 
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sharpened it with glee
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Oh, far and near, they all learn fear 
from King Cole and his little pigs 
three


[Chorus]
Dm               F
Factories churn, bodies burn,
Gm                A
Stars are shining bright.
Bb              Gm
It’s your turn, now you learn
Am                   Dm
How King Cole feasts tonight

[Verse]
Dm                 Fm               Gm 
Old King Cole was not missold, of years
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he had a hundred score,
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The dark appliance of infernal science 
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would give him millennia more
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And he would watch as the suns burned 
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out, collapsing from their core
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Oh, never to forgive he would eternal 
live, his hands dyed red by gore.

[Chorus]
Dm               F
Factories churn, bodies burn,
Gm                A
Stars are shining bright.
Bb              Gm
It’s your turn, now you learn
Am                   Dm
How King Cole feasts tonight

[Verse]
Dm                 Fm                 
Old King Cole had conquered and stole 
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the wealth of a thousand suns
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Surrounded was he by bodyguards three, 
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who murdered for their sovereign’s fun
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Arrayed in armour black as ebony, it 
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did no good to run
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Whatever the task, the grim pig mask 
would tell you that your days were 
done

[Chorus]
Dm               F
Factories churn, bodies burn,
Gm                A
Stars are shining bright.
Bb              Gm
It’s your turn, now you learn
Am                   Dm
How King Cole feasts tonight

[Spoken]
N.C.
“In the centre of Zantine, capitol city
of New Constantinople,
there stood a vast palace. Cavernous 
halls by their hundreds were cared for
by staff too numerous to count, while 
beneath, tunnels and passageways unused
for a dozen
lifetimes sprawled under the city like 
a spider’s web, reaching every nook and
lurking place.
Somewhere at the centre of this 
labyrinth, there stood a small, 
unremarkable chamber,
roughly hewn from thick black rock, 
where King Cole sat on his white 
throne.
His shrivelled frame seemed all the 
more twisted and unnatural on its ivory
bulk, surrounded,
as always, by the three little pigs: 
silent guardians who never spoke as the
blood pooled on the floor
before their ruler. The feast was soon 
to begin.”

[Verse]
Dm                  Fm              
Old King Cole had a tale he told to 
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those brought before his throne.
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Immense and white it gleamed in the 
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night, the colour of sun-bleached 
bone.
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He’d whisper softly in their ear, the 
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words were never known.
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None could tell what he said, save for 
the dead and the three little pigs 
alone.

[Chorus]
Dm               F
Factories churn, bodies burn,
Gm                A
Stars are shining bright.
Bb              Gm
It’s your turn, now you learn
A                   Dm
How King Cole feasts tonight