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[Verse 1]
           E                              F#
Well I can see my teenage father standing straight on a desolate corner,
       A                                B                          E
In the shadow of tentacle towers by the red light of America, oh.
                  F#                   A                          B
I imagine how his mother felt when she heard that her husband was dying,
         E                            F#                      A
And that underground heroes of the tarmac shooting smack were blowing up worlds
    B                E
And damned out loud. 
             F#                  B     
Hey, can you tell me how does it feel?

[Chorus]           
              A                E             B
Yeah, tell me, Can you imagine, for a second,
              E                       A           
Doing anything that you don't have to?
                       E                 B
Well that's what I'm accustomed to so hooray for me.

[Verse 2]
       E                             F#
When I slept with stony faces on the riverbank.
   A                            B                    E
My angeldevil reveller shook me desperately in dying.
                F#                    B
I don't exactly want to apologize for anything.
              E      F#   
And now we're all mad,
           A 
And tangled, 
               B
In secret rooms, 
                   E
With roman candles,
         F#             B
On an endless graveyard train,

[Chorus]
             A                E             B
Yeah, tell me, can you imagine, for a second, 
              E                      A
Doing anything just 'cuz you want to?
                  E               B
Well, that's just what I do so hooray for me

[Verse 3]
      E                     F#                  A               B 
I was dreaming through the howzlife, yawning, car black in my mind,
         E               F#             A      B 
when she told me mad and meaningless as ever.
      E               F#           A        B
And a song came on my radio like a cemetery rhyme,
      E              F#               B                                A
For a million crying corpses in their tragedy of respectable existence.

[Chorus]
               E             B
Can you imagine, for a second, 
                      E                   A
Trying half the things, you ever wanted to?
                  E               B
Well, that's just what I do so hooray for me.

        A                  E               B
Oh, yeah, I'm unrespectable, never sensible,
                E                    A
Maybe incredible, so damned irascible.
               E                 B
And I like the things I do so hooray for me

         E
And fuck you.