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