Wilco - Less than you think

^GYour mind's a ma^Cchine It's deadly and ^Gdull It's never been ^Cstill and its will Has never been ^Gfree

Lightly ^Ctapping A high-pitched [G]drum

As your ^Cspine starts to ^Dshine You ^Gshiver at your ^Csoul A fist so clear and climbing Punches A [D]hole In the ^Gsky So you can ^Csee For your^Amself If you don't ^Embelieve me

There's ^Gso much less ^CTo this than you ^Gthink

^GIt's almost ^Cgone The night is diss^Golving In a cup God ^Clifts To toast the ^Glightning

Lightly ^Ctapping It's high-pitched and it ^Ghums

As your ^Cspine starts to ^Dshine You ^Gshiver at your ^Csoul A fist so clear and climbing Punches A [D]hole In the ^Gsky So you can ^Csee For your^Amself If you don't [Em}believe me

^CTo this than you ^Gthink