Capo 1st fret
Standard (EADGBE)
Intro
Your shirts are pressed
Your words are planned
Your jeans are ripped
Your skin is tan
And like the cancer in your hands
You plague this town with schemes and plans
It makes me sick that they cant see your own predictive irony
Youre at your peak and thats just fine
You take your moment and Ill take mine
I hate to judge but I cant stop
Unless you step off your soap box
Because its caving in, and you cant tell
Youre busy checking out yourself
Oh youre SO deep, your taste is chic
But we both know that talk is cheap.
It matters least the words you shout if you dont know whats coming out