Hooray For Me

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[Verse 1]
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Well I can see my teenage father 
          F#
standing straight on a desolate 
corner,
       A                           
In the shadow of tentacle towers by
     B                          E
 the red light of America, oh.
                  F#               
I imagine how his mother felt when 
    A                         
she heard that her husband was 
 B
dying,
         E                         
And that underground heroes of the 
   F#                      A
tarmac shooting smack were blowing 
up worlds
    B                E
And damned out loud.
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Hey, can you tell me how does it 
 B
feel?

[Chorus]
              A                E  
Yeah, tell me, Can you imagine, 
           B
for a second,
              E                    
Doing anything that you don't have 
   A
to?
                       E           
Well that's what I'm accustomed to 
      B
so hooray for me.

[Verse 2]
       E                           
When I slept with stony faces on 
  F#
the riverbank.
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   A                           
My angeldevil reveller shook me 
 B                    E
desperately in dying.
                F#               
I don't exactly want to apologize 
     B
for anything.
              E      F#
And now we're all mad,
           A
And tangled,
               B
In secret rooms,
                   E
With roman candles,
         F#             B
On an endless graveyard train,

[Chorus]
             A                E   
Yeah, tell me, can you imagine, 
          B
for a second,
              E                  
Doing anything just 'cuz you want 
    A
to?
                  E           
Well, that's just what I do so 
    B
hooray for me

[Verse 3]
      E                     F#    
I was dreaming through the 
              A               B
howzlife, yawning, car black in my 
mind,
         E               F#       
when she told me mad and 
      A      B
meaningless as ever.
      E               F#           
And a song came on my radio like a 
A        B
cemetery rhyme,
      E              F#       
For a million crying corpses in 
        B                   
their tragedy of respectable 
             A
existence.

[Chorus]
               E             B
Can you imagine, for a second,
                      E         
Trying half the things, you ever 
          A
wanted to?
                  E           
Well, that's just what I do so 
    B
hooray for me.

        A                  E      
Oh, yeah, I'm unrespectable, never
         B
 sensible,
                E          
Maybe incredible, so damned 
          A
irascible.
               E                 B
And I like the things I do so hooray
 for me

         E
And fuck you.