G C G C G C G C
[Verse 1]
G
Fill up the world with shallow fluff,
C
that takes us from our day so rough,
G
takes our lives into a place
C
so stacked with vain, it lacks all grace,
G
put a glamour face in front
C G
of anything, and they can come make money from it.
[Verse 2]
G
The glamour for a new tv,
C
so flat it defies gravity,
G
from all those who have never had
C
much food, a roof, phone on the bed
G
is indication well enough,
C G
of how the world's been so debluffed to make money from it.
[Chorus]
G A Am D G A C G
Sounds like plan. Sounds like plan.
G A Am D G A C G
Sounds like plan. Sounds like plan.
[Bridge]
G A
[Verse 3]
G
There's been more than a million passed
C
guys chained into their everlas-
G
ting resting place beyond our own.
C
They under-reach, while reaches grow
G
for excuses and the way
C G
to escape the blame while they make money from it.
[Chorus]
G A C D G A C G
Sounds like plan. Sounds like plan.
G A C D G A C G
Sounds like plan. Sounds like plan.
[Instrumental]
G A C D G A C G
[Chorus]
G A Am D G A C G
Sounds like plan. Sounds like plan.
G A Am D G A C G
Sounds like plan. Sounds like plan.
