[Intro] E  A

[Primera Parte]

E
Hurry up, hurry up, get moving
A                  B
Just to fall down again
    E
I'm looking like a jerk, looking like a jerk
        A                  B
And I'm feeling like a lunatic
E
 Fuck it up, live it up, and give up
A                    B
Stay-at-home wonderlust
    E
I'm gonna lollygag in a sleeping bag
       A                       B
I'm as useless as a drum and a cripple ballerina

[Estribillo]

E                       A                      B         A
 Some days I'm reaching for the blade, I gotta let it go
E                      A                     B
 Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go
   C#m               A
So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling
F#m          B  E  B  E  B  E
Madness, ballyhoo
E
 Eh, eh

[Segunda Parte]

E
 Listen up, listen I've been drinking
A                        B
Touched by the hand of luck
    E
I'm waiting on the sun, waiting on the sun
       A                   B
Like a star that's blowing up
E
 It's a curse, it's at worst a blessing
A                B
God and his only son
    E
Oh, mama raised the bomb, chewing bubblegum
       A                           B
With a head full of trouble as a lesser main offender

[Estribillo]

E                       A                      B         A
 Some days I'm reaching for the blade, I gotta let it go
E                       A                     B
 Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go
   C#m               A
So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling
F#m            B  E  B  E  B  E
Madness, ballyhoo

( E  B  C#m  C#m  B )
( E  B  C#m  C#m  B  A  B )

[Estribillo]

E                       A                      B         A
 Some days I'm reaching for the blade, I gotta let it go
E                       A                     B
 Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go
E                       A                      B         A
 Some days I'm reaching for the blade, I gotta let it go
E                       A                     B
 Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go
   C#m               A
So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling
F#m          B  E  B  E  B  E
Madness, ballyhoo
E
  Eh
E
  Yuh