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E [Verse 1]
Well I can Esee my teenage father standing F#straight on a desolate corner, In the Ashadow of tentacle towers by the Bred light of America, oh. E I imagine how his F#mother felt when she Aheard that her husband was Bdying, And that Eunderground heroes of the tarF#mac shooting smack were Ablowing up worlds And Bdamned out loud. E Hey, can you F#tell me how does it Bfeel?
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Yeah, tell me,A Can you imagine,E for a second,B Doing anythingE that you don't have to?A Well that's what I'm acEcustomed to so hooBray for me.
[Verse 2]
When I Eslept with stony faces on the F#riverbank. My Aangeldevil reveller shook me Bdesperately in dying.E I don't exactly F#want to apologize for Banything. And now we're Eall madF#, And tangledA, In secret roomsB, With roman candles,E On an endF#less graveyard Btrain,
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Yeah, tell meA, can you imagineE, for a secondB, Doing anythingE just 'cuz you want to?A Well, that's just Ewhat I do so hooBray for me
[Verse 3]
I was Edreaming through the hF#owzlife, yawning, caAr black in my miBnd, when she Etold me mad and F#meaningless as Aever. B And a Esong came on my F#radio like a Acemetery Brhyme, For a Emillion crying F#corpses in their Btragedy of respectable existence.A
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Can you imagineE, for a secondB, Trying half the thingsE, you ever wanted toA? Well, that's just Ewhat I do so hooBray for me.
Oh, yeahA, I'm unrespectableE, never sensibleB, Maybe incredibleE, so damned irascibleA. And I like the Ethings I do so hooBray for me
And fuck Eyou.