Ab 
Numbers turned to money ain't it funny how we're built
               Db
To spend the whole of our lives running number crunching on assumption
         Fm
There's reason in repeating rhymes and throwing keys and swapping wives as
Db
Long as it's within the privacy of our own private lives


Ab
Stuck with no direction seeking everyone's attention
        Db
All for his or her affection for life cover and collection
    Fm
No Viagra, no erection, no insurance, no protection
        Db    
And no cure and no prevention did you ever think to mention

     Ab
The smaller house, the smaller town where banal gossip does the rounds
Db
Giant fish in tiny ponds where nothings really going on
     Fm
And everyone knows everyone and everybody's goings on
     Db
And everyone wants everyone to try the fuck to get along


Ab          E           Ab          Dbm
A.    N.    X.    I.    E.    T.    Why?

     Ab
The booze'll cut you loose if even for a day or 2 or 3 
   Db
Or 4 or 5 or 6 or 10 you'll never be the same again
Fm
People won't remember you, your children and your children's too
   Db
As we elope in cars and planes to dig the hole for their remains


Ab          E           Ab          Dbm       Fm       Eb      Db    Dbm
A.    N.    X.    I.    E.    T.    Why do I feel so inane and so uptight?
Ab          E           Ab          Dbm       Fm       Eb      Db    Dbm
A.    N.    X.    I.    E.    T.    Why do I feel so inane and so uptight?

                Ab         Db
I hope I sleep tonight
                Ab         Db
I hope I sleep tonight
                Fm         Eb
I hope I sleep tonight
                Db
I hope I sleep tonight


    Ab
So then you change the channel turn the cheek and look the other way
      Db
Your life now on hiatus checks the status of your friends who say
      Fm
"It's terrible about those banks. It's terrible but to be frank
      Db
It's terrible those people died, let's see what's on the other side."

    Ab
And no one cares cause no one minds cause everybody's filled their time
      Db
With everything that's going on and on and on and on and on
    Fm
And on until the end of time 'til we're gone and the blood runs dry
Db
Growing up and getting older just another culture vulture.