G

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F    Am/D
Am   C
G    Em
Am   C

G    C
F    C

[Verse 1]
         G
All that he does is chip away
     C
Each day he sticks to his routine:
F                                    C
Putting the pieces on building a big machine
              Em
He ran out of room inside his room
          Am
And so he moved it all outside
F                                       C
Now it's a bit too big, now it's a mile wide

[Verse 2]
           G
The family vans across the desert
       C
Follow signs to park and stare
F                                    C
Nobody says hello, nobody knows he's there
                      Em
They just look at the blinking lights and greebles
     Am
Interlocking arms of steel
                F                                            C
And they think: Nothing could be so big, nothing could be so real, they think

[Pre-chorus]
            F      Dm
One million springs
             G       C    F     C G
And spinning things, it's quite a view
F  Dm   C  G
We have no clue...
Dm   C    G  F
What does it do?

[Chorus]
Dm                Am Am/G#
That's the beauty of it--
G      F      Em  Am   C                   G
It doesn't do anything (doesn't do anything

[Interlude]
Em
Am   C

[Verse 3]
            G
He made his own night-vision goggles
       C
Now he lurks inside the frame
   F                                          C
Perfecting it from within, forgetting his own name
            Em
All that he knows is that it needs him
       Am
All it knows is he needs it
F                                 C
Every piston, every single little bit

[Verse 4]
               G
The government people in black helicopters
C
Try to snoop around
                  F                                               C
I'm so sorry, but he needs the extra parts, he takes the choppers down
              G
Now there are tanks on the horizon
       C
Asking what are his demands?
F                                        C
Not one of them understands, nobody understands (All the megaphones scream)

[Pre-chorus]
            F      Dm
One million gears
            G     C   F C    G
Perhaps our fears are coming true
F    Dm   C  G
What does it do?
Dm   C    G  F
What does it do?

[Chorus]
Dm                Am Am/G#
That's the beauty of it--
G      F      Em  Am                  C
It doesn't do anything (doesn't do anything)

[Bridge]
F            Dm           Am             C
Lost in solipsism he then slowly pulls a lever
           G          Em              Am            C
Which sets off a mechanism which does nothing whatsoever
        F               Dm               Am            C
But the nothing that it does negates the everything we know
             G                 Em                   Am                C
Because it's screaming "Just because!" Because it's neither friend or foe
          F          Dm          Am                C
And so we label it a menace or a grandiose work of art
           G           Em         Am             C
From its finale to its genesis we slowly pull it all apart

[Outro]
Dm                Am Am/G#
That's the beauty of it--
G      F      Em  Am       C   G
It doesn't do anything, do anything

F                               G
Doesn't do anything, doesn't do anything!

[Outro chords]
F   Dm  Am  C
G   C