D G B E A D
Em D
There are stings strung from a hand
E D
They extend to every point across this land
E Bm
And the ants keep moving fast
E A D
They just blink and nod while miracles slip past
D
There's a face, unearthly clean
Em D
That stares up at me from every magazine
Em Bm
Computer screens and concrete lines
G A D
I think I might let my subscription slide
[Instrumental]
D G E A D
D
There's this song stuck in my brain
Em D
With the unrelenting pulse of the inane
Em Bm
And the words go tra-la-la
E A D
Tra-la-la-la tra-la-la-la la-da-da
(start struming)
D
There's a tick, and there's a tock
Em D
They pursue like Hare Krishnas while I walk
F#m Em G
Storefront signs broadcast the time
A D
I think I might let my subscription slide
[Instrumental]
D G E A D
(picking)
D
There are words hung in the sky
A E D
That the crazy children hum while they walk by
Em Bm G
Human souls on sale for dimes
C#m E A D
In a game of chutes and ladders run by mimes
(struming)
D
There's this voice, it won't shut up
Em D
Says I should spill my juice and overflow the cup
Em G
You've got rules, and I've got mine
D A D
I think I might let my subscription slide
[Instrumental]
D G E A A
A D G
There are rules, and we all subscribe
(slow)
Em E A D
I think I'm gonna let my subscription slide
