How Electricity Really Works chords by Mike Ladd

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Verse 1
How
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Electricity
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Works
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The buildings are made of lightning
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Benjamin
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Franklin in eternal shock
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Kite with key in hand after all these years
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He is the ghost atop these towers
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Jumping from peak to peak
Like
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Jack
Frost or
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Sandman
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Fairy -like from a distance
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his skin sags like muddy bags of rocks hauled from a mine,
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his clothes tattered an d singed,
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he glows from radiation,
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it has been so many years.
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Oblivious to praise and his honor,
his chateau and history is vacant, bored with paintings
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by dames of make -believe negroes
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at ambivalent feet.
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He discarded letters in chess
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for fire from clouds
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Delving in the games of gods,
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basking
in new decadence
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Beyond wo men in
Paris and the death of
Indians
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Something supernatural
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The harnessing of energy
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Electricity
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Man
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Thunder
Stroke
Junkie
Fiend for
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Skycracker
Circuits suffer,
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illuminating home by home at the speed
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Philly,
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New
York, and beyond
Bringing to life toys in boys' bedrooms
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A  tinkerbell from hell
A rumpelstiltskin with weaponry
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His neck is still smoking
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In wasted glee, he keeps us well -lit
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Alive with syphilis caught
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from power
His eyes swirl like peppermint
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s gone wrong
Miss
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Deist, defrocker of
Jesus, now frocked in
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Orisha robes, a sucker for
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Ishu, ogla of
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Ogun, jockeying for position with these gods,
stuck in second with
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Santa
Claus.
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Demigod limbo aspirations
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kept him alive all these years.
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General
Electric is a loan shark,
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it's hounds in sunglasses waitin'
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Pontiacs to catch
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Ben
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Jumpin' light to light, in their line of fire
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Oak
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Glow they call him
Con
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Ed can't find him, not even by satellite
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They take our money with the
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ambivalence of vacuums
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And we pay
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Hoping for a glimmer,
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we drop checks in mail slots like teeth beneath pillows.
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Dance a  little, smile,
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and praise the crackhead running our appliance.
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Old glow got us humming, rubbing raw the carpet,
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clinging together, ravaged by static.
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Searching for the kite,
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grabbing at the key.
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Thank for
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You