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