[Primeira Parte] E G# Wish I was a stone, so I couldn't feel C#m You'd yell in my face, it'd be no big deal A But I'd miss the way we make up and smile Am E Don't want to be stone, I changed my mind [Segunda Parte] G# I wish I had eyes in the back of my head C#m Then I could see the places I've been A But then I would know that you're talkin' shit Am E I don't want to know what my friends think [Terceira Parte] G# Wish I were my dog out on the lawn C#m I'd be so glad when I hear you come home A But if I were my dog, I wouldn't live long Am E I'm sure gonna miss her when she's gone [Quarta Parte] G# I wish I could act in a show on TV C#m 'Cause then I could practice not bein' me A I'll practice my cry, put it into my reel Am E But you won't believe me when I cry for real [Quinta Parte] G# I wish that my brain would triple in size C#m I'd nail every joke, I'd win every fight A But I'd get too deep with that kind of mind Am E I don't wanna know the point of life [Sexta Parte] G# In some other life I would be rich C#m I'd travel in style, I'd cover the bill A But couldn't complain 'bout anything small Am E Nobody'd feel bad for me at all [Verso 7] G# If I was cocaine or a bottle of Jack C#m I'd get invited to every frat A But when you get old and your good days have passed Am E You'll only want me when you're sad [Verso 8] G# Wish I was a song, your favourite one C#m You'd follow the dance to me at your prom A I would be there when your baby is born Am E For two or three minutes, then I'm gone [Verso 9] G# I wish I was big, as big as my house C#m I'd sleep on the trees, I'd skip every crowd A But I wouldn't fit on my therapist's couch Am E God, I could really use him now [Primeira Parte0] G# I wish I was God, I'd never trip up C#m And if I did, well, so fuckin' what? A I could be cruel and break all your stuff Am E Yeah, I'd be loved no matter what [Primeira Parte1] G# But if I was God, it'd get kinda weird C#m 'Cause you would only say what I wanna hear A And then you would die, you'd love me to death Am E I never know who the hell I am [Pré-Refrão] E G# I wish I was me, whoever that is C#m I could just be and not give a shit A Hey, I'll be whatever makes you a fan Am 'Cause I don't know who the hell I am E (—Am-am-am-am-am-am-am-am-am-am-am-am—) [Refrão] E G# C#m One, two, pandemonium! A E G# One, two, pandemonium! C#m Here I go again A E G# One, two, pandemonium! C#m Here I go again E G# C#m One, two, pandemonium! A One, two— E Here I go again