Intro
( Am F Dm G ) x4
Am Dm Am Dm
You know what makes me happy, the things that make you sad
Am Dm Am Dm
The feel that I controls absorbed by the radio jag
Am Dm Am Dm
I found my indecision, the product of the media grime
Am Dm Am Dm G
The feel that I control will have you press rewind
C Dm C
And now I'm on the wings, hoping that you'll hear
Dm C
Don't bother to respond, you love to hear me again
Dm C Dm
And when the sun beams down all of your lies, close, close, yeah close the light
Solo: ( Am F Dm G ) x4
Am F Dm G Am F Dm G
The sky's all grey in the barracks, I know I'm a lousy hero
Am F Dm G Am F Dm G
The classic act of feeling is that of a memory
C Dm C Dm
And you are peering down through parascopic eyes, close, close, yeah close (conscience)
F C G Dm
I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
F C G F Am Dm NC ( Am F Dm G ) x4
We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played
( Am F Dm G ) x4
Am F Dm G Am F Dm G
And in the end of a season, the voices turn it all off
Am F Dm G Am F Dm G
The things that were so meaningless 'til the next one comes along
F C G Dm
I try to hide the fact that I'm afraid
F C G F Am Dm
We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played (that's good)