D C Am G D C Am G [Verse 1] D C Am G How much wood could I chuck if I gave a flying fuck about chucking bits of wood? D C Am G I wonder if I would, or would I just do the same and say it's what I do when I don't do it everyday? D C Just take the process as my name and now I feel ashamed Am G When I say it's what I am I am lying to your face! D C Am G I'd like to say I'm what I love but if I loved chucking wood, I don't think that I would chuck enough [verse 2] Em C B G Em C B Oh if Peter Piper picks a peck of pickled peppers, does Peter pick them forever? Em C B G Em C B And does the pepper picking really define our Peter Piper? [Verse 3] D C Am G Now would I still be a Woodchuck if like Peter I picked peppers but I chucked wood when I could D C Am G And should I give a flying fuck if you see a pepper picker or you see a woodchuck? D C Am G It'd be nice to be defined by what we love but I don't think that we think that we're good enough D C Am G We're all imposters who've been riding on luck, posturing until the day that we're eventually shown up [Verse 4] \ Em C B G Em C B | Pray tell the shadows of what we project to be affixed to us | x2 Em C B G Em C B | A pessimistic pest exists amidst us | / [Verse 5] \ Em C | Face fears they find out your fakery | G B | I think you are where you deserve to be | x2 Em C | When definition wields weight over you | G B | Know rational people feel like they're faking it too | / [Outro]