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