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.