Escape Artist

	  		
Intro: C Em G D (2x)

          C              Em  
My alter-ego.  Hes an escape artist,  
         G                    D 
hes only truly happy when hes under arrest. 
          C                      C   C/B Em 
oh how he handsome, scheduled to hang to death 
         G                  D 
Hes only truly happy at the precipice.  

(Listen to the song to get the strumming pattern) 

           Em                   G 
Hes like a mirror.  He sticks into our ears 
        Em                        G 
a stethoscope to the chest of the vacant years. 
        Em                       G 
I cant escape the chair, Im etherized with fear  
        C                 
that my only talent is in  



Hanging here,         but then its 

               Bm      G 
(Can also play hanging here, but then its) 

G        Bm                    C 
Hey boy,  Ive got your man hes  right here 
Bm 
putty in my hands 
G 
ice cream and sweets, 
Bm 
coming in the sheets 
   C                Em 
he got no excuse to leave. 



           C                   Em 
but in the real world, an intertidal cave, 
         G                        D 
I ride a desk chair waiting for a tidal wave 
            C                    Am    C  Em 
I feel like dancing, but that is miles away 
           C                     D 
Im feeling hard and  hollow like paper mache. 

         C              Em 
My alter ego.  Hes in a jailers cage 
            G                       D 
he sits and waits for the devil to abet his escape. 
         C                  C C/B  Em 
Im sorry pastor, I cant be pasteurized. 
           G                         D 
All of the bibles in the world for a metal file. 

         C                          Em 
At every clock strike, he hears the jailers keys 
        G                              D 
and the doubt starts to sprout til hes on his knees. 
         C                     Em G     Em 
and he remembers like its his mothers call 
           G                        D 
to feel his hand find a grip at the top of the wall. 

              C                  G 
and I want to feel it, I want to feel the fire  
       C                   G 
of the leftover sun on the roofing tiles. 
          C                  G 
I want to feel it, I want to feel the fire  
       C                    
of the leftover sun on the  





               D 
(Can also play Roofing tiles, But still its) 

G        Bm                    C 
Hey boy,  Ive got your man hes  right here 
Bm 
putty in my hands 
G 
ice cream and sweets, 
Bm 
coming in the sheets 
   C                Em 
he got no excuse to leave. 

G        Bm                    C 
Hey boy,  Ive got your man hes  right here 
Bm 
putty in my hands 
G 
ice cream and sweets, 
Bm 
coming in the sheets 
   C                G 
he got no excuse to leave.