D
Well, I heard the blinker's on
I heard we're changing lanes
A
I heard he likes to race
D
I heard that six or seven words he likes to use
A
Are always in bad taste
D
And I heard that Monday's just a word we say
Bm
Every seven times around
A
And then we pin the tail on Tuesday
Watch those strings go up and down
D
The elephant in the room begins to dance
Bm
The cameras zoom into
A
His mouth begins to move
Those hateful words he uses
G D
I don't care for your paranoid
Am G
Us against them walls
G D
I don't care for your careless
A G
Me first gimme gimme appetite at all
( D Bm A )
( D Bm A )
D
And all the real estate in my mind is for sale
A
It's all been subdivided
D
Divided into reasons why
Bm A
My two opposing thoughts at once are fine
D
The residue from the price tag
On the tip of my tongue
Bm A
The words don't come they go
How many likes I gotta get
Before I know the truth
And the truth is
D
Season three will be a great reason
Bm A
To forget all about reality's
A slippery slope
Watch the TV scream and shout it
G D
I don't care for your paranoid
Am G
Us against them fearful kind of walls
G D
I don't care for your careless
Am G
Me first gimme gimme appetite at all
Solo: D Bm A
D Bm A
D
Now I heard the blinker's on
I heard we're changing lanes
A
I heard we need more space
I heard that six or seven words are in bad taste
D
It's absurd to believe that we might
Deserve anything
Bm A
As if its balanced in the end
And the good guys always win
G D
I don't care for your paranoid
Am G
Us against them fearful kind of walls
G D
I don't care for your careless
Am
Me first gimme gimme appetite
With the residue from the price tag
On those two opposing thoughts in my mind
G
Us against them fearful kind of walls
Final D Am G
D Am G