Standard (EADGBE)

 There's a voice on the phone

 Telling what had happened

 Some kind of confusion

 More like a disaster

 And it wondered how you

 Were left unaffected

 But you had no knowledge

 No, the chemicals covered you

 And so a jury was formed

 As more liquor was poured

 No need for conviction

 They're not thirsting for justice

 But slept with the lies

 I keep inside my head

 I found out I was guilty

 I found out I was guilty

 But I won't be around

 For the sentencing

 Because I'm leaving

 Oh, on the next airplane

 And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify

 They seem adequate to fill up my time

 And if I could talk to myself like I was someone else

 Then maybe I could take your advice

 And I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time

 There's a film on the wall

 Makes the people look small

 Who are sitting beside it

 All consumed in the drama

 They must return to their lives

 Once the hero has died

 They will drive to the office

 Stopping somewhere for coffee

 Where the folk singers, poets,

 and playwrights convene

 Dispensing their wisdom

 Oh, dear amateur orator

 They will detail their pain

 In some standard refrain

 They will recite their sadness

 Like it's some kind of contest

 Well, if it is

 I think I am winning it

 All beaming with confidence

 As I make my final lap

 The gold medal gleams

 So hang it around my neck

 Because I am deserving it

 The champion of idiots

 But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha

 I know a girl who cries when she practices violin

 Because each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her

 And then the melody comes pouring out her eyes

 Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie.