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Intro - C F G F
Verse 1
C F
Drivers in the taxicabs. People live their roles.
G F
Thirty-five cents. Throw it in the toll.
C F
They don't know they're paying what is stealing all their food.
G F
They're forced into the melting pot where they're simmered and brewed.
G F
He loves being sick but he looks for a cure.
G F
He loves being sick
Chorus 1
C G
You can call this sane. You can call this eccentric.
Am F
He marks his books with steak knives.
Am F C G
All we are is lunch for the sky.
C G Am F
Why can't we be jazz musicians? A little melody will soon be missing.
Am F C G
All we are is lunch for the sky.
Verse 2 same as first
Let's all play the lottery so we can buy all our dreams.
I'm a self-helf video with the worst themes.
Everything I wanted was all in a dream.
I still wasn't much or was that just how I seem?
He loves being sick but he looks for a cure.
Chorus 2 same as first
Bridge
F G
I stood back to the countryside. I asked if you'd like to take a ride.
F G
My moods came in two stages. God-awful and contagious.
F G
I can't tell you what I want to say. The city digested yesterday.
F G
Death is not the end it is the cure.
Chorus 3 same as first
not sure on the last few chords they run through at the end but the very end
ends on C
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