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F           Ab      F         Bb         F
The king of Mars perfects his commentary skills
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I’m a gold plated man monkey full of dollar bills.
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If you’re happier, dial 1 now
Dm7      D#dim7    Em   D#dim7  Dm7               G   C
Don’t be fooled by gravity, and don’t be like the sun
(pedal C)
F7  C     F7   C      F7C    F7   Am
Something went wrong, I hate this song
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And if I could change one thing about the weather
                  D7                 F                  A
well then I would tell the world and I’d become famous
           C                D7             Dm7
and then I wouldn’t need to care about the weather never
C    Cdim7                  Gsus4       G (end pedal C)     
ever anymore ‘cause I would be relaxing in Hawaii
Cm  Ab      Fm     Cm        Ab      Fm       Cm       
but that is not my fate, I’m trapped inside a cage
   Ab    Fm   Cm          Ab     Fm C
It isn’t even locked, but I’m an idiot
(C)                            Fm
Caesar was a criminal, but his mother was a saint
C                                  Fm
some say that it’s subliminal, but I say that it ain’t
A7                        Dm                      A7
science was a masquerade, meant to sell you lemonade
                       Dm
and it worked, they’re laughing in their graves
C                             Fsus4
once again I’m falling down a mountain like a metaphor
C                      Fm
(god damn leprechauns, god damn leprachauns)
C               F             Db             Gb           C
shoot me from a cannon to the moon without a helmet on my head
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or even oxygen to breathe in the offhand chance that there’s no
Ebm
Air.
Ebm Daug      Gb            Daug   Ebm Daug       Gb      Daug
Air is like a something something, air is like an I don’t know
    Ebm    Daug      Gb               B     Db     Eb    Gb Ab   
and air is just like fog but it’s not gray, and it makes me want to
B          G            Em               B                         Em
breathe in toxic little fumes and then I breathe out sugar-frosted blood
B     G           Em   D   C         B                         Em
all I ever did to make you laugh was breathe out sugar-frosted blood
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I’d like to make a toast to all the little garden gnomes
    Em                                 G
who bravely sacrificed their lives for me
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I’d like to make a toast but no one seems to have a cup
  F               Bb             F                 Bb
I wonder where my cup has gone I think that it was taken by
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