[Intro] D

         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