Intro: Gm Cm Eb D Gm Cm D Gm Cm Gm A D Cm Gm D Verse 1: Gm Well, he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor, D panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges, Gm Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors D Trojan Horse’d his blood-brain barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame, the Black Box Warrior, D7 Gm he skipped this town and headed straight down history Cm Gm Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo D7 Gm G quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers Cm Gm His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate/good incognito A7 D Pops placebos for libido, screaming “bless the torpedoes” Chorus: Gm For what? For what? Cm For what it’s worth, D Gm if it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now Gm For what? For what? Cm For what it’s worth, D Gm there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down Instrumental: Gm Cm Eb D Gm Cm D Gm Gm Cm Eb D Gm Cm D Gm Verse 2: Gm Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose D around his Lotus jugular when they came Well they found him with a map to every victim of his love Gm and a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flat line D cry a hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang “for Auld Lang Syne, D7 Gm happy birthday to the succulents, I’ll die your hydroponics” Cm Gm His rib cage was a hornet’s nest, palpitations set the beat D7 Gm G His vagus nerve a turk’s head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend Cm Gm He wondered if Christ-Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee A7 D Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends Chorus: Gm For what? For what? Cm For what it’s worth, D Gm if it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now Gm For what? For what? Cm For what it’s worth, D Gm there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down Instrumental: Gm Cm D Gm Gm Cm D Gm Cm Gm Cm Gm Cm Gm A D Gm Cm Eb D Gm Cm D Gm Cm Gm A D Cm Gm D Gm Bridge: -Spoken- Gm Cm Hello, welcome. Why don’t you take a seat? Gm Cm Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to. Gm Cm Now what’s bothering you? Well, why don’t we start at the beginning? Gm Cm Gm Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Cm Gm Cm Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? Gm Cm And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs, Gm Cm did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands, your projector eyes Gm A casting sci-fi’s on your STR’d strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel Gm A from under Bacchus’ bloody nose. Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, Gm A your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole, did you die before your day? Gm A Gm Thursday traction, Tuesday titration. My hope is to assess through my objective report D Gm of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary blend of expertise and seasoning D works as well as this transorbital ice pick Gm D Gm Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It’s about the best we could come up with. Db D What, you think ideas spread because they’re good? No, they spread because people like them. Eb E So here we are once again. Holding, as it were, a mirror up to your mirror. I guess it’s just something people do. Verse 3: Am A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function, E coital machinations of the dead Well you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus Am and learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi E causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem, Am A not the things you do but something sick inside Dm Am Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective E Am A CBT don’t seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Dm Am Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects B -xE-x You’ve lost your mind and almost lost your life before, so you’ll be fine Chorus: Am For what? For what? Dm For what it’s worth, E Am if it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now Am For what? For what? Dm For what it’s worth, E there’s no more looking back And why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back So try to look forward, now Am For what? For what? Dm For what it’s worth, E Am if they were gonna get you boy, they would have by now Am For what? For what? Dm For what it’s worth, E there’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking Outro: Am D F E Am D E Am down
