Tony Sly - Under the garden

On a ^Amorning in No^Fvember you were ^Cblinded by the ^Csun ^FIn your place that ^Dmmakes you feel so ^E7safe from everyone You're ^Atotally ob^Flivious to ^Cworld pover^Cty Not ^Faffected by the ^E7millions that you ^Amdon't ^Am7see

And so we ^Ftoast to opportunity and ^Ctalk about the weather Al^Cthough we never look each other ^Amin the ^Am7eye We are ^Fparanoid and out of step with ^Cevery word that we just said We ^Call sound fucking crazy and ^E7no one can lie down in their own ^Ambed

And so we ^Flive under the ^Cgarden where we can ^E7hide And not smell the ^Amdregs of ^Am7earth Beneath the ^Fsun of the same ^Cplanet, inherit ^E7wealth, inherit ^Am7dirt