Capo 4th fret

Standard (EADGBE)

 Your great-grandfather was a great lawyer

 And his kid made a mint off the war

 Your father shot stills and then directed films

 That your mom did publicity for

 I saw your older sis on the year's best book list

 And your brother, he manages bands

 And you're keen to down play, but you're quick to betray

 With one welt and that wave of your hand

 You come from wealth

Yeah, you got wealth

 What a bitch, they didn't give you much else

 I heard cuts by The Kinks on your speakers

 I saw Poe and Artaud on your shelves

 While The Last Laugh's first scene on your flat panel screen

 Lit Chanel that you've wrapped around yourself

 You've got outsider art by an artist you arguably

kidnapped to pin on the wall

 Your designers have slyly directed the eye

 down pink lines here and your well lit pawn

 You've got taste, you've got taste

 What a waste that that's all that you have

 Oh, you wrote your thesis on the gospel of Thomas

 You shot some reversal film in Angkor Wat

 And this book you once read said there's less people dead at this point

now than those who are not

 And this film we once saw was reviled for it's flaws

 But it's flaws were what made us have fun

 And the life some folks had might have made us feel bad

 Why feel bad? Man, it's nothing you've done

 It's all in your hand

It's all in your hand

 Like a gun, like a glove, like a grand

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 And this thing you once said disappeared from my head

 In the time that it took to be amazed

 And this thing you once did might have dazzled the kids

 But the kids once grown up are gonna walk away

 And your world is gonna change nothing

 And your world is gonna change nothing

 And our world is gonna change nothing

 And our world is gonna change nothing

 And our world is gonna change nothing