album version - THE WORSE THINGS GET, THE HARDER I FIGHT, THE HARDER I FIGHT, THE MOD  I LOVE YOU
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[VERSE 1]
                    Fmaj7
Night sunshine, the ghetto-bird chimes 4am
               C      Am
Welcome to the West a mosquito to kiss your hands and feet
Fmaj7        G             C
     Welcome to this dirty business
  Fmaj7     C    Fmaj7                      C
I was  surprised       when you called me a lady
          Am           G                       Fmaj7
Cause I'm still not so sure that that's what I wanna be
Em                   Am   C
Cause I remember the 80's
Fmaj7                   Am            C
     And I remember its puffy sleeves
Fmaj7                     C
     You say I'm lucky to be here
           Am                C
Then maybe you can take this over
         Fmaj7                          Am        C  G
And I'll gladly wear the pants into the next century
Fmaj7                       C
     Past the scanners with ease
     Am        C             Fmaj7
Past armies of them who once played in a band
    Am           C               Fmaj7
And wasted it complaining like a trust fund kid
Am            C                    Fmaj7
Paying you to play here while they hate you because of it
C             Em       Fmaj7
  You say I'm lucky to be here
              C           G  Fmaj7
But I've been driving for 21 days


[INTERLUDE]
C   G   Fmaj7
Oh  Oh  Oh
C   G   Fmaj7
Oh  Oh  Oh
C   G   Fmaj7
Oh  Oh  Oh


[VERSE 2]
Em                         C
  What's that nasty sound?   The e-brake drags the ground
     G                        C
God, if you only knew what my candied fist could do
    G                               C
The curtain's closing in from all directions
               G                     C
Just answer my question perhaps it's best if I continue
         G                C
Starring me as you, me as you
         G                C
Starring me as you, me as you
              G          C
And there you are at the edge of the world
    G                             C
Mmm-mmm dangling with my heart a' pounding
        Am                G
Above a gulf of hamstrung promises
    Fmaj7
You sang like Auld Lang Syne
G   Am           C                 Fmaj7
You wanted it so badly that you believed them at the time
C                       Am
  Every fashion's flame    every jet plane lie
C                            Fmaj7            Am
Every second helping of that off-ramp fame we die a little


[OUTRO]
       C              Am
You're right I'm from Nowhere
       C              Am
You're right I'm from Nowhere
       C              Am
You're right I'm from Nowhere
       C
You're right