D A
I am a monster
D
Like Quasimodo
G
Or Caliban the natural man
A D
Giving wild ripostes to my reflection
G A D
One ugly morning
A G
In a rage
A
Father threw an apple
G D
Into my carapace
D A
And like the invisible man
D
Directing traffic
G
I'd be ineffective
A D
No matter how enthusiastic
G A D
Amid the masses' frenzy
A G
Participation
A
In this massive
D A D
Separation
Bb A
Appearance is everything
D
Nothing is how it seems
Bb A G
And civilized society
D
Is calm civility
G D
I'm the phantom of the opera
A D
Singing beauty and at ease
G F#m
Or Henry Darger's
A
Autobiography
[Verse]
D A G
And that is curt clues to my essence
D A G
Planned obsolescence
Bb A
Appearance is everything
D
Nothing is how it seems
Bb A
In a market economy
G D
It's called marketing
D A G
And not exactly clawing my way to glory
D A G
Nor whimpering in the wind
D A
But once positively
D
I'm teetering on the brink
A
Of an all out breakthrough
[Verse]
G
But sometimes clear headed
Sometimes a doofus
G
Sometimes very cordial
And sometimes aloof
D
I am syrupy optimistic one moment
Then gravely pessimistic the next
D
Irritable as a hornet sometimes
Then agreeable as it gets
G
I'm not a pagan
I don't worship anything
G
Not gods that don't exist
Nor the sun which is oblivious
D
I love my ancestors but not ritually
I don't blame them or praise them
D
For anything that they passed along to me
G
I don't need stone altars to help me hedge my bet
D
Against the looming blackness
It is what it is
F#m G D
It is what it is
F#m Em D
