G C G C G C G C

[Verse 1]
G
Fill up the world with shallow fluff,
     C
that takes us from our day so rough,
G
takes our lives into a place
   C
so stacked with vain, it lacks all grace,
G
put a glamour face in front
   C                                 G
of anything, and they can come make money from it.

[Verse 2]
G
The glamour for a new tv,
   C
so flat it defies gravity,
G
from all those who have never had
     C
much food, a roof, phone on the bed
G
is indication well enough,
   C                                         G
of how the world's been so debluffed to make money from it.

[Chorus]
            G A Am D              G A C G
Sounds like plan.     Sounds like plan.
            G A Am D              G A C G
Sounds like plan.     Sounds like plan.

[Bridge]
G A

[Verse 3]
G
There's been more than a million passed
     C
guys chained into their everlas-
G
ting resting place beyond our own.
     C
They under-reach, while reaches grow
G
for excuses and the way
   C                                G
to escape the blame while they make money from it.

[Chorus]
            G A C D              G A C G
Sounds like plan.    Sounds like plan.
            G A C D              G A C G
Sounds like plan.    Sounds like plan.

[Instrumental]
G A C D G A C G

[Chorus]
            G A Am D              G A C G
Sounds like plan.     Sounds like plan.
            G A Am D              G A C G
Sounds like plan.     Sounds like plan.