Chords for Monsters - Blue Öyster Cult

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Keep going, getting higher, no words [E] waiting in the [F#] sky.
Just take the beast and end the hunger, not the [E] monsters in our [B] minds.
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_ Our hands on a ship and strolled [E] away into the [F#] night.
Four of us in posture, dear, she the [E] spear and we the fight.
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Rules and regulations, from [E] old laughter, lift all the [F#] powers.
Face our one salvation, may God [E] help us in our [B] search.
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We fit so fast that we grew younger, put the [E] ship on cruise [F#] control.
We all did our best in posture, but not [B] as good as Bill Joe.
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Monsters, monsters, _ _ [D] _ monsters, [B] on the [F#] rise.
_ [D] Monsters, _ monsters, _ [F#m] _ _ [D] _ monsters, _
[E] on [F#m] _ [D] the rise. _ _ _
Monsters, monsters, [F#m] monsters, [D] _ _ [E] monsters, _ _ _ [D] monsters, [F#m] _ _ [D]
monsters, [F#m] _ _ [D] _ _ [E] monsters, _
[F#m] _ _ [D] _ [F#m] monsters, _ [D] monsters, [F#m] _ [D] monsters,
_ Be [E] themselves. _
[F#] _ _ [D] _ _ [F#m] Monsters, monsters, _ _ _ monsters, _ [E] monsters, monsters,
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[F#] Love never should have entered it was [E] never written or planned
We were finally gonna have her [E] in that Joby [F#] town
_ Joe _ _ [E] _ _
[F#] _ awoke from the stooper it was clear [E] something was [F#] wrong
He rushed in and fouled us with her, and in his [E] rage he evened [F#] his jug.
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[F#] One shot and it was over, [E] Foster's proud men was done.
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