Cky - Shippensburg

You k^Dmnow what makes me h^Gmappy, the th^Dmings that make you s^Gmad The f^Dmeel that I cont^Gmrols absorbed by the ^Dmradio jag^Gm I fou^Dmnd my inde^Gmcision, the pr^Dmoduct of the m^Gmedia grime The f^Dmeel that I cont^Gmrol will have you p^Dmress re^Gmwind ^C

^FAnd now I'm on the wings^Gm, hoping that you'll h^Fear Don't bother to respond,^Gm you love to hear me a^Fgain And when the sun beams down all ^Gmof your lies, cl^Fose, close, yeah cl^Gmose the light

The ^Dmsky's all g^Bbrey in the ba^Gmrracks^C, I k^Dmnow I'm a l^Bbousy ^Gmhero^C The cl^Dmassic ^Bbact of f^Gmeeling is th^Cat of a ^Dmmemor^Bby ^{Gm C}

^FAnd you are peering down through ^Gmparascopic eyes, cl^Fose, close, yeah cl^Gmose (conscience) I ^Bbtry to h^Fide the f^Cact that I'm af^Gmraid Bb F C Bb Dm Gm NC ( Dm Bb Gm C ) x4 We'll drive the band to Shippensburg and hope that we get played

^DmAnd in the e^Bbnd of a s^Gmeason^C, ^Dm the voices t^Bburn it ^Gmall off^C The t^Dmhings that w^Bbere so m^Gmeaningle^Css 'til the ^Dmnext one c^Bbomes al^Gmong ^C

I ^Bbtry to h^Fide the f^Cact that I'm af^Gmraid We'll d^Bbrive the b^Fand to Sh^Cippensburg and h^Bbope that ^Dmwe get p^Gmlayed (that's good)