Will Wood – 2Econd 2Ight 2Eer (Ukulele)

        G7                               C
My grip on my secrets slipping while I'm speaking in tongues

G                             C
Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth

G7                          C
Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it's not my fault

    G                          C
The devil made me do it, but I also kinda wanted to

    G                                            C
I'm cut from a different kind of meat, more than you can chew, hard to swallow me

G                                       C
Forget bored stiff, I got rigor mortis, call it morbid curiosity

      G7
how I cannot commit to reality, when my

C
third eye's open and I like what I see

G                          C
Baby, I may be crazy but I didn't lose it, no I set it free

Bb                                                 D                            D7
I can't ignore what's under dance floorboards, the rhythm of my heart a dead-as-disco beat

            Gm                                           Cm    C5
But I still move my feet to slip out of this groove, I'm free     (Pause)

       F                                         D                        D7
Now to row, row, row my boat over the falls, and maybe wake up from but a dream

G7                    C
I'm just a psycho, babe

                      G
Come and go out my mind

                    C
I didn't lose it babe

                       G7
There wasn't much to find

                      C
I'm just a psycho, babe

                     G7
Come and go out my mind

                      C
I'm only passing through

G7                              C
If you knew what I knew, if you saw what I see,

G                                  C
you'd look through illusions, hallucinations, and lucid dreams

G                             C
And I know that meaning can be such a pretty thing to keep,

    G
but I got facts and I'm not afraid to use 'em,

         C
take the good with the bad, take off the back you make a new front

G7                             C
Some days I'm glad that I am a madman and I'd rather be that than

G                   C
an amicable animal, mild-mannered cannibal

G                                                                     C
But I'm more level-headed and clever than ever and I'm getting better one forever at a time,

       G7
and if sick is defined by what's different, well then pull the plug out and let me die

Bb                                         D                           D7
Vice-versa, vice versus virtue, well who I am I choose through all the things I do

          Gm
And if it rhymes, it's true

               Cm     C5
But I hate poetry         (Pause)

N.C.        F
Now with my moral compass pointing south, going down

     D                D7
With nononononononono no respect for reality

G7                    C
I'm just a psycho, babe

                      G
Come and go out my mind

                    C
I didn't lose it babe

                       G7
There wasn't much to find

                      C
I'm just a psycho, babe

                     G7
Come and go out my mind

                      C
I'm only passing through

A7                    D
I'm just a psycho, babe

                      A
Come and go out my mind

                    D
I didn't lose it babe

                       A7
There wasn't much to find

                      D
I'm just a psycho, babe

                     A7
Come and go out my mind

                       D
A tourist passing through

D
Well that was fun, goodbye