D   G    B E  A D


    Em    D
There are stings strung from a hand
      E                                D
They extend to every point across this land
   E                     Bm
And the ants keep moving fast
           E                   A            D
They just blink and nod while miracles slip past


D
There's a face, unearthly clean
      Em                            D
That stares up at me from every magazine
         Em                      Bm
Computer screens and concrete lines
  G      A                           D
I think I might let my subscription slide


[Instrumental]
D       G  E A       D

D
There's this song stuck in my brain
Em                                 D
With the unrelenting pulse of the inane
        Em                Bm
And the words go tra-la-la
      E           A          D
Tra-la-la-la tra-la-la-la la-da-da


(start struming)
D
There's a tick, and there's a tock
     Em                              D
They pursue like Hare Krishnas while I walk
F#m         Em                  G
Storefront signs broadcast the time
  A                                  D
I think I might let my subscription slide


[Instrumental]
D       G  E A       D

(picking)
D
There are words hung in the sky
A              E                   D
That the crazy children hum while they walk by
 Em            Bm        G
Human souls on sale for dimes
  C#m   E                A           D
In a game of chutes and ladders run by mimes


(struming)
D
There's this voice, it won't shut up
                Em                  D
Says I should spill my juice and overflow the cup
           Em                   G
You've got rules, and I've got mine
  D     A                         D
I think I might let my subscription slide


[Instrumental]
D       G  E A       A

A     D                      G
There are rules, and we all subscribe

(slow)
 Em     E    A                        D
I think I'm gonna let my subscription slide