Key: E
Introduction: Em Bm Dm Am
Em Bm
Brother you look like the Taj Mahal
Dm
One colossal dome above you and the smell of something other
Am
A pillar and a scimitar, a little...
Em Bm
Yes I miss you like a formless hide
Dm
Stretching over me and dangled from the coastguard in a chopper
Am
The scaffold of me all awry, a little...
Em Bm
Broke your shoulder on the library steps
Dm
Hanging round there in the dark just doing nothing or whatever
Am
What do you mean you saw the stars? You little...
Em Bm
And I could write it in a murder font
Dm
I could say it in a way that would be lying or whatever
Am
I don't want them to tell us apart!
Eb Gm
You say that I'm an overlord?
Bb F
I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant, in watery blasts, than all of my past!
Eb Gm
You seen me on the bridge a lot
Bb
But I never leapt over, the pent upper
F
My number is up, my number is up
Eb Gm
But infinite and joyless little high fives are singing "praise the lord"
Bb F
and "pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" and "you matter not, and you matter not"
Eb Gm
And is it, the flogging of the Flintstone that I'm supposed to be?
Bb F
The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin', the drummer goes on, the drama goes on
Em Bm
And I don't wanna make a scene
Dm
I don't wanna think about the 3rd world hunger or whatever
Am
'Cause thinking always comes across a little...
Em Bm
There's a meeting of the worlds tonight
Dm
Right above my head a miracle the sun erupt forever
Am
I barely ever raise my eyes a little...
(Teach him how to hold!)
Em Bm
And oh, I wanna make the peace
Dm
And god, I gotta be on the train past the ruins the wall and the druids
Am
Oh, please
Em Bm
I'm whining like a braking bus
Dm
Maybe I can sit here and do nothing clever with a laser
Am
I'm not about to open up!
Eb Gm
You say that I'm an overlord?
Bb F
I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant, in watery blasts, than all of my past!
Eb Gm
You seen me on the bridge a lot
Bb
But I never leapt over, the pent upper
F
My number is up, my number is up
Eb Gm
But infinite and joyless little high fives are singing "praise the lord"
Bb F
and "pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" and "you matter not, and you matter not"
Eb Gm
And is it, the flogging of the Flintstone that I'm supposed to be?
Bb F
The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin', the drummer goes on, the drama goes on
F
The drummer goes on, the drama goes on
My number is up, my number is up
Eb Gm Bb
Earth, I take a long time, to learn about the big one
F Eb
Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn nil about Earth
Gm Bb
Remember how men, would understand the heavens
F
But leaving those streetlights on, you can't see nothing there
Eb Gm Bb F Eb Gm Bb F
So learn me anything good
Eb
Teach me something that works
Gm Bb
I take a long time, to learn about the big one
F Eb
Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick about Earth
Gm Bb
Remember good men, would understand the heavens
F Eb
And leaving those streetlights on, a ghost dark hemisphere Earth
Gm Bb
I take a long time, to learn about the big one
F Eb
Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick about Earth
Gm
Remember good man, you understand the heavens
F
But leaving those streetlights on?