Intro:CEmGD(2x)CEm
My alter-ego. Hes an escape artist,
GD
hes only truly happy when hes under arrest.
CCC/BEm
oh how he handsome, scheduled to hang to death
GD
Hes only truly happy at the precipice.
(Listen to the song to get the strumming pattern)
EmG
Hes like a mirror. He sticks into our ears
EmG
a stethoscope to the chest of the vacant years.
EmG
I cant escape the chair, Im etherized with fear
C
that my only talent is in
Hanging here, but then its
BmG
(Can also play hanging here, but then its)
GBmC
Hey boy, Ive got your man hes right here
Bm
putty in my hands
G
ice cream and sweets,
Bm
coming in the sheets
CEm
he got no excuse to leave.
CEm
but in the real world, an intertidal cave,
GD
I ride a desk chair waiting for a tidal wave
CAmCEm
I feel like dancing, but that is miles away
CD
Im feeling hard and hollow like paper mache.
CEm
My alter ego. Hes in a jailers cage
GD
he sits and waits for the devil to abet his escape.
CCC/BEm
Im sorry pastor, I cant be pasteurized.
GD
All of the bibles in the world for a metal file.
CEm
At every clock strike, he hears the jailers keys
GD
and the doubt starts to sprout til hes on his knees.
CEmGEm
and he remembers like its his mothers call
GD
to feel his hand find a grip at the top of the wall.
CG
and I want to feel it, I want to feel the fire
CG
of the leftover sun on the roofing tiles.
CG
I want to feel it, I want to feel the fire
C
of the leftover sun on the
D
(Can also play Roofing tiles, But still its)
GBmC
Hey boy, Ive got your man hes right here
Bm
putty in my hands
G
ice cream and sweets,
Bm
coming in the sheets
CEm
he got no excuse to leave.
GBmC
Hey boy, Ive got your man hes right here
Bm
putty in my hands
G
ice cream and sweets,
Bm
coming in the sheets
CG
he got no excuse to leave.