Tom: C#m
E
Jesus is arriving in a Honda Civic
E
And he's gonna take me back to nature
E
I should walk up the hill to the observatory
Am F#m A
But we talk about the Dodgers and what's different in Australia
E
The man with the loudest voice
E
Stands in the middle of a crowded intersection
E
He points and he yells and we all feel self-conscious
F#m A
Reflective reminders of our imperfection
[Chorus]
E A
I was born thirty years to the day
B A
After a deranged serial killer
E A
I don’t think I'm all that like him
B E
In rеal life, I'm just kind of a chiller
[Verse 2]
E
Judas stands beforе me in fashionable faded jeans
E
And a fresh-off-the-rack black t-shirt
E
I reflect his body language and I try to hide my stomach
A
My purple painted fingernails somehow kicked up in dirt
E
I once had the loudest voice
E
Stood smack-bang in the middle of the conversation
E
'Til I kicked and I screamed and I got a bit mean
A
And got ignored by an indifferent nation
[Chorus]
E A
I was born a hundred years too late
B A
To be some kind of train-hopping troubadour, traveling folk singer
E A
So I'll just complain in my open-plan kitchen
B A
While away the hours, pretending not to be bitter
[Verse 3]
C#m B A
Lions don't concern themselves with the opinion of sheep
C#m B A E
I don't know which animal in that metaphor is me
C#m B
These kind of end-of-evening epiphanies
A E
Happen much less when you live alone
C#m B
I ate two magic mushrooms
A E
Just wound up checking my phone
C#m B
Yeah, I ate two magic mushrooms
A E
And just sat here on my phone
