Tuning- Standard
Intro - C F G F
Verse 1
[C] Drivers in the taxicabs. [F]People live their roles.
[G]Thirty-five cents. [F]Throw it in the toll.
[C] They don't know they're paying what is [F]stealing all their food.
[G] They're forced into the melting pot[F] where they're simmered and brewed.
[G] He loves being sick [F]but he looks for a cure.
[G] He loves being sick[F]
Chorus 1
You can[C] call this sane. You can[G] call this eccentric.
He [Am]marks his books wi[F]th steak knives.
[Am]All we [F]are is l[C]unch for the [G]sky.
[C]Why can't we be [G]jazz musicians? A[Am] little melody will[F] soon be missing.
[Am]All we [F]are is l[C]unch for the [G]sky.
Verse 2 same as first
Let's all play the lottery so we can buy all our dreams.
I'm a self-helf video with the worst themes.
Everything I wanted was all in a dream.
I still wasn't much or was that just how I seem?
He loves being sick but he looks for a cure.
Chorus 2 same as first
Bridge
[F] I stood back to the countryside[G]. I asked if you'd like to take a ride.
[F] My moods came in two stages.[G] God-awful and contagious.
[F] I can't tell you what I want to say[G]. The city digested yesterday.
[F] Death is not the end it is the c[G]ure.
Chorus 3 same as first
not sure on the last few chords they run through at the end but the very end
ends on C
Intro - C F G F
Verse 1
[C] Drivers in the taxicabs. [F]People live their roles.
[G]Thirty-five cents. [F]Throw it in the toll.
[C] They don't know they're paying what is [F]stealing all their food.
[G] They're forced into the melting pot[F] where they're simmered and brewed.
[G] He loves being sick [F]but he looks for a cure.
[G] He loves being sick[F]
Chorus 1
You can[C] call this sane. You can[G] call this eccentric.
He [Am]marks his books wi[F]th steak knives.
[Am]All we [F]are is l[C]unch for the [G]sky.
[C]Why can't we be [G]jazz musicians? A[Am] little melody will[F] soon be missing.
[Am]All we [F]are is l[C]unch for the [G]sky.
Verse 2 same as first
Let's all play the lottery so we can buy all our dreams.
I'm a self-helf video with the worst themes.
Everything I wanted was all in a dream.
I still wasn't much or was that just how I seem?
He loves being sick but he looks for a cure.
Chorus 2 same as first
Bridge
[F] I stood back to the countryside[G]. I asked if you'd like to take a ride.
[F] My moods came in two stages.[G] God-awful and contagious.
[F] I can't tell you what I want to say[G]. The city digested yesterday.
[F] Death is not the end it is the c[G]ure.
Chorus 3 same as first
not sure on the last few chords they run through at the end but the very end
ends on C
