EMaj7    AMaj7           EMaj7          AMaj7

There is lambswool under my naked feet.



    F#m6

The wool is soft and warm,



      C#

gives off some kind of heat.



  C#m  DMaj7 C#m      DMaj7

A salamander scurries into flame to be 



C#m        DMaj7

destroyed.



     B5      DMaj7  B5  AMaj7

Imaginary creatures are trapped in birth on 



     EMaj7    AMaj7  EMaj7    AMaj7

celluloid.



    F#6

The fleas cling to the golden fleece,



C#

Hoping they'll find peace.



     C#m  DMaj7  C#m  DMaj7  C#m 

Each thought and gesture are caught in 



DMaj7     C#m  DMaj7

celluloid.



                  B5    DMaj7  B5

There's no hiding in my memory.



        A7     Dsus2  A7    D

There's no room       to avoid.



                       Em

The crawlers cover the floor in the red 



      D

ochre corridor.



                          Em

For my second sight of people, they've more 



                 D

lifeblood than before.



                  Em

They're moving in time to a heavy wooden 



D

door,



                            Em

Where the needles eye is winking, closing in on the poor.



    F#m7                                  A

The carpet crawlers heed their callers:



                          G      A

Weve got to get in to get out



                          G      D

Weve got to get in to get out



                  C       Em     D 

Weve got to get in to get out.



D                     Em

There's only one direction in the faces that 



  D

I see;



                      Em

It's upward to the ceiling, where the 



                 D

chambers said to be.



                             Em

Like the forest fight for sunlight, that 



                    D

takes root in every tree.



                            Em

They are pulled up by the magnet, believing they're free.



    F#m7                                A

The carpet crawlers heed their callers:



                           G      A

We've got to get in to get out



                           G      D

We've got to get in to get out



                   C       Em     D 

We've got to get in to get out.

   

                           Em

Mild mannered supermen are held in kryptonite,



             D

And the wise and foolish virgins giggle with 



      Em

their bodies glowing bright.



D                                     Em

Through a door a harvest feast is lit by candlelight;



D                                   Em  

It's the bottom of a staircase that spirals out of sight.



    F#m7                                A

The carpet crawlers heed their callers:



                           G      A

We've got to get in to get out



                           G      D

We've got to get in to get out



                   C       Em     D 

We've got to get in to get out.

                           

                           Em        

The porcelain manikin with shattered skin fears attack.



      D

The eager pack lift up their pitchers  



Em

They carry all they lack.



    D

The liquid has congealed, which has speed 



Em

out through the crack,



        D                               Em

And the tickler takes his stickleback.



    F#m7                                A

The carpet crawlers heed their callers:



                           G      A

We've got to get in to get out



                           G      D

We've got to get in to get out



                   C       Em     D 

We've got to get in to get out