G
All we are is all we are
D
Something in the way that we were made
G
Of chromosomes and crooked bones
D
Happiness is all that remains
F#m
But sometimes it seems
Eb A D
I’m hopelessly just pushing for the world to elect me
G
I believe in Novacane
D
The numbing of the senseless and the vain
G
And if I held a loaded gun
D
Would you reveal to me your compassion
F#m
Fashionably,
Eb A D
I'm wearing down the inches of Mercury in me
G D
Won’t somebody please
G D
Please choose me
G
And if I found the way to purge
D
I’m confident I’d forget the words
F#m
I’m thinking again
Eb A D
The truth is never all that it seems seems to be
G D
Won’t somebody please
G D
Please elect me
G D
Please choose me