My Mind Is For Sale

	  		
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Well, I heard the blinker's on 
               
I heard we're changing lanes 
                     A 
I heard he likes to race 
              D 
I heard that six or seven words he likes to use 
               A 
Are always in bad taste 
                  D 
And I heard that Monday's just a word we say 
                    Bm 
Every seven times around 
             A 
And then we pin the tail on Tuesday 
             
Watch those strings go up and down 
    D 
The elephant in the room begins to dance 
              Bm 
The cameras zoom into 
     A 
His mouth begins to move 
       
Those hateful words he uses 

G                        D 
  I don't care for your paranoid 
Am                 G 
  Us against them walls 
G                        D 
  I don't care for your careless 
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Me first gimme gimme appetite at all 

( D  Bm  A ) 
( D  Bm  A ) 

    D 
And all the real estate in my mind is for sale 
                    A 
It's all been subdivided 
   D 
Divided into reasons why 
                   Bm                 A 
My two opposing thoughts at once are fine 
     D 
The residue from the price tag 
        
On the tip of my tongue 
     Bm                    A 
The words don't come they go 

How many likes I gotta get 
   
Before I know the truth 

And the truth is 
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Season three will be a great reason 
          Bm          A 
To forget all about reality's 

A slippery slope 

Watch the TV scream and shout it 

G                        D 
  I don't care for your paranoid 
Am                               G 
Us against them fearful kind of walls 
G                        D 
  I don't care for your careless 
 Am                              G 
Me first gimme gimme appetite at all 

Solo: D  Bm  A 
       D  Bm  A 

       D 
Now I heard the blinker's on 
               
I heard we're changing lanes 
                       A 
I heard we need more space 
                            
I heard that six or seven words are in bad taste 
        D 
It's absurd to believe that we might 
            
Deserve anything 
   Bm      A 
As if its balanced in the end 
         
And the good guys always win 

G                        D 
  I don't care for your paranoid 
Am                               G 
Us against them fearful kind of walls 
G                        D 
  I don't care for your careless 
Am 
Me first gimme gimme appetite 
          
With the residue from the price tag 
          
On those two opposing thoughts in my mind 
                                 G 
Us against them fearful kind of walls 

Final D  Am  G 
        D  Am  G