There are some little minute finger-picking tricks in this song, but They follow 
the chords pretty closely so You should be able to figure them out.

Capo: 4th
Tuning: Standard


     #1  #2  #3  #4  #5
E-|---x---x---x---x---x
A-|---2---x---x---4---5
D-|---4---4---5---4---5
G-|---4---3---4---3---4
B-|---0---2---3---2---3
e-|---0---0---0---0---0
(I'm not sure of the chord names. So, for now, We'll just call them #1-5...)


#1              #2             
A short delay, the parrot blues

#2            D
Little voices mimic you

#2                             #3
It's not so hard to make that sound


#1                   #2
So watch your back, the Ides of March

#3                  D
Cut your hair like Joan of Arc

#2                            #3            
Disguise your will, they'll find you out

               #4         G      A
And when they do, look out


                 G                     A
There's money lenders inside the temple

             G                                D
That circus tiger's going to break your heart

               A                 Em
Something so wild turned into paper

              G                     A
If I loved you, well that's my fault




A bitch in heat, the alpha male
Not something she'd ever tell
Except when she got deathly high
And out it came like summer rain
It washed the cars and everything
Felt clean for just a little while
A telethon we drunk dialed

Those starving children, they ain't got no mother
There's pink flamingos living in the mall
I'd give a fortune to your infomercial
If somebody would just take my call
Take my call


D                                         G
Hello, patterns in my mind now moving slow

                                   D
Sorrow all across the surface rolls

                                    A
Smoothing out the edges of the stone

                                        Em
The lights are out, where'd everybody go?

G
Alone



Erase yourself and you'll be free
Mandala destroyed by the sea
All we are is colored sand
So pay to ride the ferris wheel
Smile, all that you can feel
Is gratitude for what has been
Because it did not happen

There's money lenders inside the temple
That circus tiger's going to break my heart
Something so wild turned into paper
If you love me, then that's your fault

There's money lenders inside the temple
This crystal city's going to fall apart
When all their power turns into vapor
If I miss you, well that's my fault 

Thanks...