Goes like this: EGD on verses...the first two lines anyway
E          G            D              E
I adore a confrontation, I should be ashamed.
              G             D             E
A carnival of complication, everyone's to blame.
C              D                   F                  C
We can see the rocket's red glare, pipebombs bursting in the air.
C             F               D9
As we proudly hail our taxis out of the fight.

Biss: B F# A E7
        B              F#        A           E7
Singing born of this nation of white bread foundation
       B        F#         A         E7
We're taping a king beaten off his crown.
B            F#           A             E7
My country, tis of thee, sweet land of irony.
B           F#        A       E7
Spoonful of sugar to wash it down.