Case In Point

Am
I'm a breather, mail receiver
                           Em
And I don't know where I stand
                        Dm
Not since someone informed me
                            Em
That my house was built on sand
Em
And it's not the earth beneath me
                D               Em
It's just the concept of the land

Am
And I'm standing on the corner
                             Em
When the buildings they all fell
                            Dm
If you blink once you're a goner
                           Em
Everything just goes pell-mell

                  D
It's a real hard sell
                Em
My conceptual hell
                    Bm
Not even good for kindling, no
                            Em
When the buildings they all fell

       D   G          D    G
I'm a breather, mail receiver
Em       C                Em
Bottom feeder just getting by
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        C                          
And you know it's all just par for 
     G
the course
        C               
But you blame it on some 
               G
non-existent force
    Em        C
Oh yeah, of course
                G                  
You know you can't ride the concept
          C
 of the horse
But still I try

Am
In a cartoon desert landscape
Em
With a pair of ACME jetskates
Am
Focused on my destination
Em
I seem to have forgot my station
Am
Now it's time to face the nation
C       G       D       Em

Am
And I'm riding to meet you
                         Em
On a brown gray speckled mare
                                D
But there's something that unnerves 
me
                        Em
Like I'm riding on thin air
                        D
These futile doubts desert me
                        Em
Thinking no one really cares

Am
And I'm jumping over fences
                   Em
On this obstacle course
                            D
But it seems I'm getting nowhere
                        Em
On the concept of the horse

                D
It's a real hard sell
                Em
My conceptual hell
                    Bm
Not even good for kindling
                             Em
When the buildings they all fell

        D    G        D    G
I'm a breather, bottom feeder
         Em   C          Em
How many liters must I imbibe
        C                          
And you know it's all just par for 
       G
the course
        C               
But you blame it on some 
                G
non-existent force
        Em      C
Oh yeah, of course
                G                  
You know you can't ride the concept
          C
 of the horse
But still I try