The final cut(Chords)

	        
F                                          F/C   C 
Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes____ 
      Bbadd9                                     F 
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time 
    F                                  F/C   C 
And far from flying high in clear blue skies___, 
    Bbadd9                                           F 
I'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide 
  
Bb                   F    
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive,    
   
Bb                                   F   
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes,    
   
Bb         C                    Dm   
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,   
   
Gm7  
Dial the combination, open the priesthole   
   
                    C                                 F   
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.    
Am                                   F 
There's a kid who had a big hallucination 
Am                          C 
Making love to girls in magazines 
   Bb                                   Dm 
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith 
Gm7 
Could anybody love him 
                /C          F      F/C  C  Bbadd9  F 
Or is it just a crazy dream___? 
    F                     C 
And if I show you my dark side 
                    Bb   F 
Will you still hold me tonight? 
    F            C 
And if I open my heart to you 
                     Bb 
And show you my weak side, 
               F 
What would you do? 
Bb                                   F 
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?   
   
Bb   
Would you take the children away   
   
F   
And leave me alone?   
   
    Bb           C   
And smile in reassurance   
   
       Dm   
As you whisper down the phone,   
   
Gm7   
Would you send me packing,   
  
/C                   F 
Or would you take me home? 
  
Am  F  Am  C  Bb  Dm  Gm7  /C  F 
  
Am                                 F   
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,   
   
Am                                C   
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down   
   
  Bb   
I held the blade in trembling hands,   
   
   Dm                   Gm7   
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang,   
  
                                        G      C  Bbadd9  F 
I never had the nerve to make the final cut 
 
 
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Written by Roger Waters