A              F#m
The Monochrome Martinet,
                Bm                    E
His texture is starch, the song is a march,
             A                         F#
And from the beginning, his duende was winning,
     Bm 
But though he's a worty emcee,
      Bm 
He'll never be part of the three,
D       E    A        F#m
Orpheum act, Faustian pact,
G                         D       A
Three might be duende, in fact.

[Verse 2] 
D                Bm
Necropolis Blownapart,
          Em               A
A ghostly sight, emerges bright,
              D                      B
Hot from the embers, the first team member,
    Em 
Is hatching a dasterdly plan,
       Em
Like a bird with a dasterdly egg,
G               A     D            Bm
Trapped in his time, lost in his rhymes,
C          G         D
One might duende defined. 

[Verse 3]
G                Em
Apocryphal Espadrille, 
                Am                   D
The shaper of dreams, returns to the scene, 
       G                     E
No diorama, could match his drama,
   Am
A smile that would frighten the blind, 
     Am
The incubus freezes the mind,
C               D     G             Em
Fooled by his charm, right off the farm,
F                C         G
Sound Might Be Duende's alarm.

[Verse 4] 
C                  Am
Dystopio Smashedtobits,
              Dm                    G 
The keeper of dust, the builder of rust,
            C                     A
When you discover Sleep's older brother,
     Dm       
The trio is finally complete,
     Dm
The trio has just one conceit, 
F               G      C               Am
Forged by their past, first in their class, 

[Outro]
A#
Three might be duende, (Three might be duende)
A#
Three might be duende, (Three might be duende)
A#              C          F
Three might be duende, at last!