Intro: C | Em | Am | G
C Em
All men kill the thing they love
Am G
By all let this, by all let this be heard
C
I never saw a man who looked with such a wistful eye
Em
Upon that little tent of blue which prisoners call the sky
Am G
And at every drifting cloud that went with sails of silver by
C Em
In Reading Gaol by Reading town there is a pit of shame
Am G
And in it lies a wretched man all eaten by teeth of flame
C Em G Am
The man had killed the thing he loved
C Em G
And so he had to die
C Em
All men kill the thing they love
Am G
By all let this, by all let this be heard
C
Some kill their love when they are young
And some when they are old
Em
Some strangle with the hands of Lust
Some with the hands of Gold
Am
The kindest use a knife, because
G
The dead so soon grow cold
C
And there till Christ call forth the dead,
Em
In silence let him lie
Am
No need to waste the foolish tear
G
Nor heave the windy sigh
C Em G Am
The man had killed the thing he loved
C Em G
And so he had to die
C
All men kill (All men ki-i-ill)
Em
the thing they love (The thing they lo-o-ove)
Am G
By all let this, by all let this be heard [x2]
C Em Am G
C
Some do it with a bitter look
Em
Some with a flattering word
Am
The coward does it with a kiss
G
And the brave man with a sword
C Em G Am
The man had killed the thing he loved
C Em G
And so he had to die
C
All men kill (All men ki-i-ill)
Em
the thing they love (The thing they lo-o-ove)
Am G
By all let this, by all let this be heard
C
Oh-o-oh (All men ki-i-ill)oh
Em
Oh-Oh-o(The thing they lo-o-ove)oh
Am G
Oh-oh-o,o Oh-Oh-o
