Tony Sly - Under the garden

On a ^Emorning in No^Cvember you were ^Dblinded by the ^Gsun ^CIn your place that ^Ammakes you feel so ^B7safe from everyone You're ^Etotally ob^Clivious to ^Dworld pover^Gty Not ^Caffected by the ^B7millions that you ^Emdon't ^Em7see

And so we ^Ctoast to opportunity and ^Gtalk about the weather Al^Dthough we never look each other ^Emin the ^Em7eye We are ^Cparanoid and out of step with ^Gevery word that we just said We ^Dall sound fucking crazy and ^B7no one can lie down in their own ^Embed

And so we ^Clive under the ^Ggarden where we can ^B7hide And not smell the ^Emdregs of ^Em7earth Beneath the ^Csun of the same ^Gplanet, inherit ^B7wealth, inherit ^Em7dirt