Intro: Gb

Any moment now...

(Are you sure this is what you want?)
   Dbm
Oh spare me your spin, you tablet tabloid. If you want to psychoanalyze someone,

 don't look at me!

Verse 1:
Dbm                     Ab               Dbm
Look at them! It's so pathetic, how they run to fetch their sticks
Ab            Dbm             Ab               Dbm          Ab
Sure, call me polemic, unsympathetic, at least I know other tricks!
Dbm                                                 Ab
Look at me and all you'll see is the debris of some defective outcast!
Dbm                                       Ab
a frenetic, antithetic (if poetic) little iconoclast
      A                 Dbm
But I won't live in the past!
Dbm
I almost won this game once, you know. But!

Verse 2:
Dbm                                        Ab
History is rearranged just to credit those who win the glory
Dbm                                         Ab
So reality is changed in the edit when they spin the story!
       A                    Dbm
And we choose, to feel this pain
       A                  Db
And we lose, more than we gain!

Chorus:
           A                       Dbm
But I will break this cycle, of mistakes, unlike all,
         D                        Db
Of these snakes whom I call to condemn!
           A                             Dbm
If I can't win the prize, I'll play this last reprisal
        D                          Db
Just to bring their lies all to an end!

Intermission:
Dbm
-Ack!

(You need regeneration.)
Dbm
Unfortunately, I dont have much faith in that process.

(Of course not. )
        Dm
Why "of course not?"
Dm
(You believe yourself to be incapable of starting over, in more ways than one. I
 do not know who you lost,

but is it not possible to get them back?)

Verse 3:
 Dm
"Clear the slate, start again",
                       A7
Are you hearing how preposterous that sounds?
Dm                                                 A7
How do you not comprehend that for someone with my monstrous background!?
          Bb                Dm
The whole slate has fallen apart (Taco that is not true. There are other ways
to-)
        Bb
Its too late- (It's not too late,)
            D
For me to restart!

Chorus:
             Bb
But it's not I, it's they (Let us talk about it when your)
             F
Who deign to play this game (head is not so clouded. You're no)
             A7                   D
So cruel and inhumane, base and uncouth (menace, Taco, how did they hurt you?)

(Please think this through)
        Bb
I think they're too afraid to (Feeling double-crossed is part of)
         F
Bear the bed they've made (Dealing with a loss, yes, but the)
                A7                       Dm
Can't bring themselves to face the awful truth (Healing is a process, that's the
 truth)

Outro:
Dm
So I'm turning up the heat to "sauté"
       A7
I've a beef to get grilled
Dm
But I fully guarantee that today
        A7
All the beans that get spilled
         Bb           A7
Won't be mine, No I'm fine!

Shhhh...
         Ebm  Dm
Now it's ti---ime!

Dm
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