[Intro] Am  F  Am  E
        Am  G  C  E
        Am  F  Am  E
        Am  G  C  E

Am              F            Am          E
   Outside the cafe by the cracker factory
           Am          G      C   E
You were practicing a magic trick
         Am          F
And my thoughts got rude
        Am          E
As you talked and chewed
        Am           G        C  E
On the last of your pick and mix
                             Am
Said your mistaken if your thinking
        F                   Am         E
That I haven't been called cold before
        Am              G        C   E
As you bit into your strawberry lace
                           Am
And then a flip in your attention
        F         Am        E
In the form of a gobstopper
                 Am
Is all you have left
            G        C    E
And it was going to waste

Am
   Your past-times, consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I love that little game you had called

Crying lightning

And how you like to aggravate

The ice-cream man on rainy afternoons

( Am )

     Am                                F
The next time that I caught my own reflection
       Am              E
It was on it's way to meet you
  Am           G        C       E
Thinking of excuses to postpone
                     Am                F
You never look like yourself from the side
           Am             E
But your profile did not hide
               Am
The fact you knew I was
    G            C        E
Approaching your   throne
            Am
With folded arms
         F                 Am
You occupy the bench like toothache
  E                   Am
Stood and puff your chest out
          G            C  E
Like you never lost a war
               Am           F
And though I try so not to suffer
       Am            E
The indignity of a reaction
       Am
There was no cracks
     G              C      E
To grasp or gaps to   claw

         F                 Dm
And your   past-times, consisted of the strange
      Am
And twisted and deranged
                                     F
And I hate that little game you had called
        Dm
Crying lightning
                    Am
And how you like to aggravate

The icky man on rainy afternoons
F      Dm
  Uninviting
     Am
But not half as impossible as everyone assumes
    F           Dm
You are crying lightning

[Solo] Am  F  Am  E
       Am  F  Am  E

Am
   Your past-times, consisted of the strange

And twisted and deranged

And I hate that little game you had called

F         Dm
  Crying lightning
Am
   Crying lightning
F         Dm
  Crying lightning
Am
   Crying lightning
     F                 Dm
Your   past-times, consisted of the strange
      Am
And twisted and deranged
                                     F
And I hate that little game you had called
   Dm
Crying