Standard (EADGBE)

If you come to find me affable

 Build a replica for me

 Would the idea to you be laughable

 Of a pale facsimile?

 So will you come to burn an effigy?

 It should keep the flies away

 And when you long to burn this effigy

 It should be of the hours that slip away, slip away

It could be you, it could be me

 Working the door, drinking for free

 Carrying on with your conspiracies

 Filling the room with a sense of unease

 Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone

Like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone

When one has spent too much time alone

So will you come to burn my effigy?

It should keep the flies away

If you long to burn an effigy

It should be of a man whose has lost his way, slips away

It could be you, it could be me

 Working the door, drinking for free

 Carrying on with your conspiracies

 Filling the room with a sense of unease

 Fake conversations on a nonexistent telephone

 Like the words of a man who's spent a little too much time alone

 When one has spent too much time alone