Chords with lyrics
I think this is right, the lyrics may be a bit off. There's probably a lot more going on,
but this will get you started
Capo 3rd Fret
E minorEm D MajorD
C majorC
E minorEm D MajorD
Joker man takes off his mask
C majorC
Reveals a car salesman and at last, says
E minorEm D MajorD
?Grow up, son, you know it?s just a masquerade, now
C majorC
Be a good boy and get me and the boss a Gatorade"
E minorEm D MajorD
You can work up quite a thirst
C majorC
Watchin' all them bubbles burst
E minorEm D MajorD
I was following Ghandi on the twitter
C majorC
He tweeted ?Son, I don?t like to see you bitter?
E minorEm D MajorD
But if you wanna get in this kind of shape
C majorC
Well, it?s abstinence and a protein shake
E minorEm D MajorD
Or you could lose your appetite
C majorC
Watching wrong pass for right
E minorEm D MajorD
Yeah, you could lose your appetite
C majorC
Watching wrong pass for right
E minorEm D MajorD
Save me a place at the bar
C majorC
Bobby Dylan was selling cars
E minorEm D MajorD
All hail the stripes and the stars
C majorC
Bobby Dylan, was selling cars
E minorEm D MajorD
Voyeurs, critics, bloggers, vultures
C majorC
Pick their percentage off the carcass of the culture
E minorEm D MajorD
In Rome we fiddled as corporations
C majorC
Pull out to other nations, give Mother Earth a facial
E minorEm D MajorD
All men are created equal, more or less
C majorC
Free to negotiate a sequel, God bless!
E minorEm D MajorD
Don?t call me a hypocrite, naive
C majorC
You can take as good as given, still believe
E minorEm D MajorD
Mo-Town slim pictures of Lucky 7
C majorC
While the believin' Pete Seeger has to hitch his way to heaven
E minorEm D MajorD
Oh, I have learned the victor?s secrets
C majorC
You can show panties and still remain a Jesus
E minorEm D MajorD
Save me a place at the bar
C majorC
Bobby Dylan was selling cars
E minorEm D MajorD
All hail the stripes and the stars
C majorC
Bobby Dylan, was selling cars
F# minorF#m C# minorC#m
I don?t wanna
BB C# minorC#m
Complain
F# minorF#m G# minorG#m
But this whole world
C# minorC#m G# minorG#m F# minorF#m
Seems strange
A augmentedA E MajorE F# minorF#m
The writing on the wall, I think
A augmentedA C majorC D MajorD
Was written to disappear in ink
E minorEm D MajorD
I?m sure your morals are beyond reproach
C majorC
But it?s not like I?m asking you to fly coach
E minorEm D MajorD
I know it?s uncool not to be ironic
C majorC
And I know that you?re bulletproof iconic
E minorEm D MajorD
I really shouldn?t be throwin' stones, no
C majorC
Cause chasing spooks on Fox I made my bones
E minorEm D MajorD
We?re all guilty of sin
C majorC
Comes up and force someone to keep from gettin' in
E minorEm D MajorD
Those who used to hustle ho
C majorC
Fashion the nooses now out of a velvet rope
E minorEm D MajorD
But I guess there?s nothin' much to do
C majorC
Cause only you can write the song that gets to you
E minorEm D MajorD
I guess there?s nothing much to do
C majorC
Cause only you can write the song that gets to you
E minorEm D MajorD
Save me a place at the bar
C majorC
Bobby Dylan was selling cars
E minorEm D MajorD
Well, I guess I should be goin'
E minorEm D MajorD
Aw, shit, is that Leonard Cohen?