Capo 1st Fret

A
Try not to think so much about
                    E                                     Fm
The truly staggering amount of oil that it takes to make a record
        B
All the shipping, the vinyl, the cellophane lining
     E
The high gloss
The tape and the gear

Try not to become too consumed
With what's a criminal volume of oil that it takes to paint a portrait
The acrylic, the varnish
Aluminum tubes filled with latex
The solvents and dye

Fm                          B
Lets just call this what it is
     A                              Fm
The jealous side of mankind's death wish
                     B
When it's my time to go
E                                     A
Gonna leave behind things that won't decompose

Try not to dwell so much upon
How it won't be so very long from now that they laugh at us for selling
A bunch of 15 year olds made from dinosaur bones singing "oh yeah"
Again and again
Right up to the end

Lets just call this what it is
The jealous side of mankind's death wish
When it's my time to go
Gonna leave behind things that won't decompose

I'll just call this what it is
My vanity gone wild with my crisis
One day this all will it will all repeat
Now sure hope they make something useful out of me
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