Intro: C Em G D x2 (Single strum)

(First Verse is one strum each chords)

          C              Em 
My alter-ego.  Hes an escape artist, 
         G                    D
hes only truly happy when hes under arrest.
          C                      C   C/B Em
oh how he handsome, scheduled to hang to death
         G                  D
Hes only truly happy at the precipice. 

(Listen to the song to get the strumming pattern)

           Em                   G
Hes like a mirror.  He sticks into our ears
        Em                        G
a stethoscope to the chest of the vacant years.
        Em                       G
I cant escape the chair, Im etherized with fear 
        C                
that my only talent is in 


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Hanging here,         but then its

               Bm      G
(Can also play hanging here, but then its)

G        Bm                    C
Hey boy,  Ive got your man hes  right here
Bm
putty in my hands
G
ice cream and sweets,
Bm
coming in the sheets
   C                Em
he got no excuse to leave.

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B--------| (each note played for each words in "but in the")
G--------|
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           C                   Em
but in the real world, an intertidal cave,
         G                        D
I ride a desk chair waiting for a tidal wave
            C                    Am    C  Em
I feel like dancing, but that is miles away
           C                     D
Im feeling hard and  hollow like paper mache.

         C              Em
My alter ego.  Hes in a jailers cage
            G                       D
he sits and waits for the devil to abet his escape.
         C                  C C/B  Em
Im sorry pastor, I cant be pasteurized.
           G                         D
All of the bibles in the world for a metal file.

         C                          Em
At every clock strike, he hears the jailers keys
        G                              D
and the doubt starts to sprout til hes on his knees.
         C                     Em G     Em
and he remembers like its his mothers call
           G                        D
to feel his hand find a grip at the top of the wall.

              C                  G
and I want to feel it, I want to feel the fire 
       C                   G
of the leftover sun on the roofing tiles.
          C                  G
I want to feel it, I want to feel the fire 
       C                   
of the leftover sun on the 

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Roofing tiles,    But still its

               D
(Can also play Roofing tiles, But still its)

G        Bm                    C
Hey boy,  Ive got your man hes  right here
Bm
putty in my hands
G
ice cream and sweets,
Bm
coming in the sheets
   C                Em
he got no excuse to leave.

G        Bm                    C
Hey boy,  Ive got your man hes  right here
Bm
putty in my hands
G
ice cream and sweets,
Bm
coming in the sheets
   C                G (let ring)
he got no excuse to leave.