Intro: Em Bm Dm Am x2 Em Bm Brother you look like the Taj Mahal Dm One colossal dome above you and the smell of something other Am A pillar and a scimitar, a little... Em Bm Yes I miss you like a formless hide Dm Stretching over me and dangled from the coastguard in a chopper Am The scaffold of me all awry, a little... Em Bm Broke your shoulder on the library steps Dm Hanging round there in the dark just doing nothing or whatever Am What do you mean you saw the stars? You little... Em Bm And I could write it in a murder font Dm I could say it in a way that would be lying or whatever Am I don't want them to tell us apart! Eb Gm You say that I'm an overlord? Bb F I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant, in watery blasts, than all of my past! Eb Gm You seen me on the bridge a lot Bb But I never leapt over, the pent upper F My number is up, my number is up Eb Gm But infinite and joyless little high fives are singing "praise the lord" Bb F and "pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" and "you matter not, and you matter not" Eb Gm And is it, the flogging of the Flintstone that I'm supposed to be? Bb F The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin', the drummer goes on, the drama goes on Em Bm And I don't wanna make a scene Dm I don't wanna think about the 3rd world hunger or whatever Am 'Cause thinking always comes across a little... Em Bm There's a meeting of the worlds tonight Dm Right above my head a miracle the sun erupt forever Am I barely ever raise my eyes a little... (Teach him how to hold!) Em Bm And oh, I wanna make the peace Dm And god, I gotta be on the train past the ruins the wall and the druids Am Oh, please Em Bm I'm whining like a braking bus Dm Maybe I can sit here and do nothing clever with a laser Am I'm not about to open up! Eb Gm You say that I'm an overlord? Bb F I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant, in watery blasts, than all of my past! Eb Gm You seen me on the bridge a lot Bb But I never leapt over, the pent upper F My number is up, my number is up Eb Gm But infinite and joyless little high fives are singing "praise the lord" Bb F and "pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" and "you matter not, and you matter not" Eb Gm And is it, the flogging of the Flintstone that I'm supposed to be? Bb F The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin', the drummer goes on, the drama goes on F The drummer goes on, the drama goes on My number is up, my number is up Bridge: Eb Gm Bb F Eb Gm Bb Earth, I take a long time, to learn about the big one F Eb Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn nil about Earth Gm Bb Remember how men, would understand the heavens F But leaving those streetlights on, you can't see nothing there Eb Gm Bb F Eb Gm Bb F So learn me anything good Eb Teach me something that works Gm Bb I take a long time, to learn about the big one F Eb Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick about Earth Gm Bb Remember good men, would understand the heavens F Eb And leaving those streetlights on, a ghost dark hemisphere Earth Gm Bb I take a long time, to learn about the big one F Eb Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick about Earth Gm Remember good man, you understand the heavens F But leaving those streetlights on?