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 can’t see your own predictive irony

 You’re at your peak and that’s just fine

 You take your moment and I’ll take mine

 I hate to judge but I cant stop

 Unless you step off your soap box

 Because it’s caving in, and you cant tell

 You’re busy checking out yourself

 Oh you’re SO deep, your taste is chic

 But we both know that talk is cheap.

 It matters least the words you shout if you don’t know what’s coming out