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

^DmI was born without a name ^Dm A soldier for^F The streets^F they say This kid's on a mis^Dmsion Running high on fame of^Dm the guillotine ^F No roots ^Fto find and no one to miss ^Dmhim

My head is like a flame^{Dm F}Well we all get stran^Dmge And we know it ^E But we're cool ^Fwith it ^F And we all get a litt^Dmle bit older In this d^Eay and age But we dea^Fl with it

Shaking with a fir^Dme burning deep inside ^F Still the polit^Ficians they never listen ^Dm Blood money was a sound ^Dm I didn't care to hear^F Of which the politici^Fans they only liste^Dmn

My head is like a ^Dmflame ^Dm And my eyes were red ^{Dm F}

Well we all get stran^Dmge And we know ^Eit But we're cool ^Fwith it ^F And we all get a litt^Dmle bit older In this ^Eday and age But we dea^Fl with it ^F

My head was like a flame^Dm It was burning up, bu^Erning up ^F It was burning up ^F My head was like a flame^Dm It was burning up, b^Eurning up ^F

^DmI became a child ^Dmof the universe ^{F F}Reborn into this galactic prism ^Dm

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

^FWell we all get stran^Dmge And we know it ^E But we're cool ^Fwith it ^F And we all get a litt^Dmle bit older In this d^Eay and age But we dea^Fl with it ^F

My head was like a flame^Dm It was burning up, bu^Erning up ^F It was burning up ^F My head was like a flame^Dm It was burning up, b^Eurning up ^F