Bright Eyes - Going for the gold

T^Ghere's a voice on the ^G/F#phone telling w^Emhat had happened, some kind of c^Confusion more like a d^D7isaster. And it w^Gondered how^G/F# you were left^Em unaffected, but you had no k^Cnowledge. No, the chemicals c^D7overed you. So a j^Gury was ^G/F#formed as more l^Emiquor was poured. No need for co^Cnviction, they're not thirsting for j^D7ustice. But I s^Glept with the ^G/F#lies I keep i^Emnside my head. I found out I was g^Cuilty. I found out I was g^D7uilty. But I w^Gon't be a^G/F#round for the s^Ementencing, cause I'm l^Ceaving on the next ^D7airplane.

And t^Chough I know that my a^D7ctions are im^Gpossible to ju^Bmstify they seem a^Cdequate to f^D7ill up my ti^Gme. But if I could t^Calk to m^D7yself like I ^Bmwas someone e^Emlse, well then m^Caybe I could t^D7ake your ad^Gvice, and I wouldn't^C act like such an a^Dsshole all the t^Gime.

There's a f^Gilm on the ^G/F#wall, makes the ^Empeople look small who are sitting b^Ceside it, all consumed in the d^D7rama. They must ^Greturn to their ^G/F#lives once the h^Emero has died. They will drive to the o^Cffice stopping somewhere for c^D7offee, where the f^Golk singers, p^G/F#oets and pl^Emaywrights convene, dispensing their ^Cwisdom, Oh dear amateur o^D7rators. They will d^Getail their ^G/F#pain In some s^Emtandard refrain. They will recite their s^Cadness Like it's some kind of c^D7ontest.

Well, if it ^F#is, I think I am w^Bminning it, All beaming with c^Gonfidence as I m^Aake my final lap. The gold medal g^F#leams so hang it a^Bmround my neck cause I am d^Geserving it: the champion of i^Adiots.

But a k^Cid carries his w^D7alkman on that lo^Gng bus ride to Om^Bmaha. I know a g^Cirl who cries when she p^D7ractices vi^Golin. Cause each n^Cote sounds so p^D7ure, it just cu^Bmts into he^Emr, and then the m^Celody comes p^D7ouring out her e^Gyes. ^{Bm Em} Now to me, ^Ceverything else, it just s^D7ounds like a li^Ge