Tuning- Standard Intro - C F G F Verse 1 C (x32010@1) F (133211@1)Drivers in the taxicabs. People live their roles. G (320003@1) F (133211@1)Thirty-five cents. Throw it in the toll. C (x32010@1) F (133211@1)They don't know they're paying what is stealing all their food. G (320003@1) F (133211@1)They're forced into the melting pot where they're simmered and brewed. G (320003@1) F (133211@1)He loves being sick but he looks for a cure. G (320003@1) F (133211@1)He loves being sick Chorus 1 C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)You can call this sane. You can call this eccentric. Am (x02210@1) F (133211@1) He marks his books with steak knives. Am (x02210@1) F (133211@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)All we are is lunch for the sky. C (x32010@1) G (320003@1) Am (x02210@1) F (133211@1)Why can't we be jazz musicians? A little melody will soon be missing. Am (x02210@1) F (133211@1) C (x32010@1) G (320003@1)All we are is lunch for the 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 (133211@1) G (320003@1)I stood back to the countryside. I asked if you'd like to take a ride. F (133211@1) G (320003@1)My moods came in two stages. God-awful and contagious. F (133211@1) G (320003@1)I can't tell you what I want to say. The city digested yesterday. F (133211@1) G (320003@1) Death is not the end it is the cure. 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
