Portugal. The Man - Head is a flame cool with it

^EmI was born without a name ^Am A soldier for^D The streets^G they say This kid's on a mis^Emsion Running high on fame of^Am the guillotine ^D No roots ^Gto find and no one to miss ^Amhim

My head is like a flame^{Em G}Well we all get stran^Emge And we know it ^B But we're cool ^Cwith it ^G And we all get a litt^Emle bit older In this d^Bay and age But we dea^Cl with it

Shaking with a fir^Ame burning deep inside ^D Still the polit^Gicians they never listen ^Em Blood money was a sound ^Am I didn't care to hear^D Of which the politici^Gans they only liste^Amn

My head is like a ^Emflame ^Am And my eyes were red ^{Em G}

Well we all get stran^Emge And we know ^Bit But we're cool ^Cwith it ^G And we all get a litt^Emle bit older In this ^Bday and age But we dea^Cl with it ^G

My head was like a flame^Em It was burning up, bu^Brning up ^C It was burning up ^G My head was like a flame^Em It was burning up, b^Burning up ^C

^EmI became a child ^Amof the universe ^{D G}Reborn into this galactic prism ^Am

My head was like a flame^{Em Am} Ah, my eyes were red ^Em

^GWell we all get stran^Emge And we know it ^B But we're cool ^Cwith it ^G And we all get a litt^Emle bit older In this d^Bay and age But we dea^Cl with it ^G

My head was like a flame^Em It was burning up, bu^Brning up ^C It was burning up ^G My head was like a flame^Em It was burning up, b^Burning up ^C