Quick Escape

Intro E|------------------------------------------------| B|--12--12----12--12--11----12--12----12--12--14--| G|--13--13----13--13--11----13--13----13--13--15--| D|------------------------------------------------| A|------------------------------------------------| E|------------------------------------------------| E|------------12--12--14--------------------------| B|--14--14----14--14--16--------------------------| G|--14--14----14--14--16--------------------------| D|------------------------------------------------| A|------------------------------------------------| E|------------------------------------------------| <i>Chorus</i> Riff (                ) (Riff) E|------------------------------------------------| B|------------------------------------------------| G|------------------------------------------------| D|------------------------------------------------| A|--5--6--7--5--6--7--5--6--7--5--7---------------| E|-----------------------------------0------------|   Verse 1: Reconnaissance on the corner In the old world not so far First we took an aeroplane Then a boat to Zanzibar Queen cranking on the blaster And Mercury did rise Come along where we all belonged You were yours and I was mine ( ) Refrão E|--------------------------------------------------| B|--------------------------------------------------| G|--------------------------------------------------| D|--------------------------------------------------| A|--3--0-----------3--0----2/7----------------------| E|----------0---------------------------------------| Had to... Quick escape Had to... Quick escape        (        ) (        ) Verse 1: Crossed the border to Morocco Kashmir then Marrakesh The lengths we had to go to then To find a place Trump hadn’t fucked up yet Living life on the back porch Lifting rocks to make a wage Every sunset paid attention to Not a starry night went to waste Had to...  Quick escape   Had to... Quick escape Had to... Quick escape        ( ) ( ) ( ) ( ) Bridge: And here we are the red planet Craters across the skyline A sleep sack in a bivouac And a Kerouac sense of time And we think about the old days Of green grass sky and red wine Shouldn’t known so fragile And avoided this one-way flight Had to...  Quick escape   Had to... Quick escape Had to... Quick escape        Final: