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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
      D
Got a busted gut, I can't feel a thing
G                          D
Busted gut, I can't feel a thing
A                                                        G 
Phone keeps ringin' but the birds stop singin, there's a reason I believe in the dreams and the visions
    E                                                    A
Are better than the screens, that scroll by fishin for
A
   Another reason to get mad

[Verse 2]
      D
But a busted gut, I can't feel a thing
G                          D
Busted gut, I can't feel a thing
A                                  G
Old man yellin' at the TV station, what the hell happened to the imagination
E                                         A         
Pickin' on pills, in extreme aggitation
A
   You got a reason to get mad

[Chorus]
       D
With a busted gut, I can't feel a thing
G                          D                            
Busted gut, I can't feel a thing
A                                     D                  
The world is a cushion, me I play the pin

[Verse 3]
      D                          
Got a busted gut, I can't feel a thing
G                          D
Busted gut, I can't feel a thing
A                                                 G      
Beauty parade and a false front of humor, there's baby in the world with a new kind of tumor
       E                                              A
And it gets so hot, man I hate it when it's humid
A
   That ain't a reason to get mad

[Chorus]
       D
With a busted gut, I can't feel a thing
G                          D                             
Busted gut, I can't feel a thing
A                                 D                       
World is a cushion, me I'm just a pin
         A                                 D                      
Yeah the world is a cushion, me I'm just a pin
         A                                 D             
Yeah the world is a cushion, me I'm just a pin
A                                  D                     
Life is a tonic, guess I'll have a gin

[Vocal solo]
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