Intro Am F C D4 D F G x 4

The imi-Am tation picks you up like a F habit
C Writing in the glow of the D tv F static G
Am Taking out the trash to the F man
C Give the people something they D under-F stand G

A Am stick-man flashing a F fine-line smile
C Junk bond trader D trying to sell a F sucker G a
Am style, rich man in a F poor man’s clothes
The C permanent ins-D tallment of the F dai-G ly (Am) dose

Inter Am F C D4 D F G x 2

And you Am tell me off when you F tell it
like it C is, your world’s no D wider than your F hatred G of
Am his, checking into a F small reality
C Boring as a drug you D take too F regular-G ly

The Am athlete’s laugh, the F broken crutch
The C first true love that D folded at the F sligh-G test
Am touch, brought down like an F old hotel
People C digging through the rubble
for D things they can F re-G sell

A Happy holidays, G said sick saviour
A The leaving lover F I still Em fa-C/G vour
A I won’t take your medicine, G I don’t need a remedy
A To be everything F I’m supposed Em to C/G be
A I don’t want nobody else, G I can do it by myself
We’re A meant to be to-F oge-Em ther C/G
A ah G ah

Inter Am Am/C Am/B Am/G F C G – G E/G#

Instr Am F C D4 D F G x 2

Now Am I’m a policeman di-F recting traffic
Keeping C everything moving, D everything F sta-G tic
Am I’m the hitchhiker you’ll F recognize passing
C On your way to some D ever-F las-G ting

Am Better F sell it while you C can D F G
Am Better F sell it while you C can D F G
Am Better F sell it while you C can D F G
Am Better F sell it while you C can D

Outro F G x 3 A