The Strokes - Ode to the mets

Up on his h^Emorse, up on his ho^Arse Not gonna wa^F#mke up here anymo^Bmre Listen one ti^Emme, it's not the t^Aruth It's just the sto^F#mry I tell to y^Bmou Easy to s^Emay, easy to d^Ao But it's not ^F#measy, well maybe for y^Bmou Hope that you fi^Emnd it, hope that it's go^Aod Hope that you re^F#mad it, think that you sho^Bmuld Cuts you some sl^Emack as he sits ba^Ack Sizes you u^F#mp, plans his atta^Bmck

D^Ema-da-da D^Emrums please, Fab ^A

And I got it a^F#mll, I got it a^Bmll Waitin' for ^Emme down on the stre^Aet But now you gotta do some^F#mthin' special for ^Bmme I'm gonna s^Emay what's on my mi^And Then I'll w^F#malk out, then I'll feel f^Bmine

Yeah, I'm under his th^Emumb, I'm on his ba^Ack I will not sh^F#mow my teeth too qu^Bmick I needed you th^Emere, I needed you the^Are But I didn't kn^F#mow, I didn't kn^Bmow

G^Emo alo^Ane I'll ^Dgo ^Bmalone We'll ^Emgo a^Alone I'll ^Dgo ^Bmalone

Back from his t^Emrip, he's at the d^Aoor When he gets b^F#mack, he's on the ph^Bmone Innocent e^Emye, innocent he^Aart No, it's not wro^F#mng, but it's not r^Bmight Innocent t^Emime, out on his o^Awn Not gonna do t^F#mhat, fuck, I'm out of c^Bmontrol I was just bo^Emred, playin' the gu^Aitar Learned all your tr^F#micks, wasn't too ha^Bmrd

It's the last one n^Emow, I can promise you th^Aat I'm gonna find out the tr^F#muth when I get ^Bmback

^EmAaah A^Aaah ^DAaah ^BmAaah ^EmAaah A^Aaah ^DAaah ^BmAaah

Go^Dne now are the old times Fo^Emrgotten, time to hold on the rail^Ging The Rubik's Cube isn't sol^Aving for us O^Dld friends, long forgotten The o^Emld ways at the bottom of The oc^Gean now has swallowed The on^Aly thing that's le^Dft is us So pardon the sil^Emence that you're hearing Is tur^Gnin' into a deafening, pai^Anful, shameful ro^Dar