Tom: D
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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
D
Got a busted gut, I can't feel a thing
G D
Busted gut, I can't feel a thing
A G
Phone keeps ringin' but the birds stop singin, there's a reason I believe in the dreams and the visions
E A
Are better than the screens, that scroll by fishin for
A
Another reason to get mad
[Verse 2]
D
But a busted gut, I can't feel a thing
G D
Busted gut, I can't feel a thing
A G
Old man yellin' at the TV station, what the hell happened to the imagination
E A
Pickin' on pills, in extreme aggitation
A
You got a reason to get mad
[Chorus]
D
With a busted gut, I can't feel a thing
G D
Busted gut, I can't feel a thing
A D
The world is a cushion, me I play the pin
[Verse 3]
D
Got a busted gut, I can't feel a thing
G D
Busted gut, I can't feel a thing
A G
Beauty parade and a false front of humor, there's baby in the world with a new kind of tumor
E A
And it gets so hot, man I hate it when it's humid
A
That ain't a reason to get mad
[Chorus]
D
With a busted gut, I can't feel a thing
G D
Busted gut, I can't feel a thing
A D
World is a cushion, me I'm just a pin
A D
Yeah the world is a cushion, me I'm just a pin
A D
Yeah the world is a cushion, me I'm just a pin
A D
Life is a tonic, guess I'll have a gin
[Vocal solo]
D
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A D
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