John Mcclane

C         Am
Tiny man, chubby man
  F                   G
A trembling, scruffy, lazy man
C                 Am
Sculpting with my puffy hands
   F          G
An idol to my pride's demands
C          Am         F         G
Tonight, a need to be redeemed
    C      Am             F
I'm in the nude, inhaling ice cream
G
Talking to my dogs

[Pre-Chorus]
Am            F
See something I can believe in
C             G
It's just the jolt that I'm needing
Am          F
Chew at the seam of this fracture
C             G
It's just the freedom I'm after
Am             F
One night I'll fail to remember
C         G
One night apart from my gender
Am         F
No phallic need for ambition
F       G
Help me escape from this kitchen

[Chorus]
F       C              G
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    F           C              G
I'm wasted, I'm wasted, I'm wasted, 
I'm wasted
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F       C              G
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    F           C            G
I'm wasted, I'm wasted, I taste it

[Verse 2]
C          Am
Tiny mind, tiny mind
F               G
Someone flog my tiny mind
C            Am
Internet has humped me blind
 F                    G
"I think I smoked too much this 
time!"
C       Am                   F     G
I hear the call of something pure
C      Am         F      G
Luring me out of my door
G
So I'm headed out now

[Pre-Chorus 2]
Am       F
Into the throb of no-culture
C        G
Into the wreckage of altars
Am         F
An altered state, and an ending
C         G
No petty, putrid pretending
Am         F
Let's band together and belt it
C          G
Out to the marrow, they melted
Am           F
You've got a finger, now use it
F        G
No need for ambivalent music

[Chorus]
F       C              G
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    F           C              G
I'm wasted, I'm wasted, I'm wasted, 
I'm wasted
F       C              G
Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh
    F           C            G
I taste it, I taste it, I taste it. 
I taste it

F C G
F C G

[Otro]
N.C
And she said
             F             C      
"You rode my tongue like a tab of 
G
poison
F         C            G
I'm gonna wake with an anvil brain
F          C             G
And if you want, stumble home with 
me, boy
F           C              G
I'll be the Ripley to your John 
McClane, oh God
F     C      G
Amnesia is a revelation
F          C            G
I chew the root and the White House 
burns
F         C           G
And as my eyes tumble back in my 
head
F        C          F          
My fate erupts, and my insides 
C          G
churn you out"