Artist: They Might Be Giants
Title: Protagonist
Album: Join Us
Tabbed by: Daniel Martin
Tuning: Standard
Chords used:

    F     A     Bb     Am    D     Gm    C     Eb
e|--1-----0-----1------0-----5-----3-----3-----6-----|
B|--1-----2-----3------1-----7-----3-----5-----8-----|
G|--2-----2-----3------2-----7-----3-----5-----8-----|
D|--3-----2-----3------2-----7-----5-----5-----8-----|
A|--3-----0-----1------0-----5-----5-----3-----6-----|
E|--1------------------------------3-----------------|

(you don't have to use these exact fingers, I just found these the easiest to play)

Also, the [  ]s are the second person talking in the song, but you can sing the whole song with one person



F
She stole my daydreams
A
She stole my air guitar 
Bb
[Exterior. Man on lawn, alone at dawn.]
 
F
Packed the typewriter
A
And drove off in her car 
Bb
[A battered automobile drives past state line sign.]

Am                  Bb
And now I know that I'll rue the day
Am              Bb
I let her get away

F        D
I need a haircut
Gm         C
I've got myself to blame 
F                                        
[A gloved hand spins a combination dial quickly
Eb
opening a large wall safe.]

F
He wasn't so fine
A
To my beginner's mind 
Bb
[Motel. The other man, severe, refined.]

F
But with that big talk
A
I should have seen the signs 
Bb
[Woman enters and they embrace. He packs duct tape, rope.]

Am                      Bb 
And right on her he was fixing his aim
Am                  Bb
He pushed me out of frame

F          D
I need new head shots
Gm         C
I've got myself to blame 

F
[She spins her ring to hide the diamond in her hand
            Eb
and drops a gun into a small beaded purse.]
 
D
Know the diff between a script and a spec

It's a test, just the stage directions left
                     F          C
And no camera angles to use, mm-hmm

D
A novice script may seem strange in this format

But like any other business
                                     F           C
It's a standard that the writer gets used to, aw-huh

F
My scenes are cut out
A
I'm just on speaker phone
Bb
(*Trumpet*)

F
For exposition
A
I'm out here on my own
Bb
(*Trumpet*)

Am                        Bb
And as the night falls on this sleepy town
Am              Bb
The iris closes down

F           D
I missed my close-up
Gm         C            F     D
I've got myself to blame
Gm         C            F     D
I've got myself to blame
Gm         C       F
I've got myself to blame