Will Wood – Willard (Guitar)

E                          Am
You know I couldn't hurt a fly, my friend.

D                           G
I'm not the type to step on ants.

B                                 Em
I've nearly cried for moths that die at porchlight lamps.

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More for the plights of mice than men.

E         E7                    Am
See, I myself have been stepped on so many times

D                              G
It's started to feel like my place.

B                                 Em
I've failed to fit in into those nests that scrape the sky

A7                            D7
Is there room for me in your cage?

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Animals are people too, but these people are animals

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Hunt in packs and act as though that proves we can't survive alone

        Am            D                   G              Em
And I guess we just evolved disgust for prevention of infection though

F#7                               D
Shame was an invention made for prisons, pales, and pest control

 D7
Yeah, sure, thumbs are great and all–

       C               D          G                   Em
But I just get bear necessities, hakuna matatas and c'est le vie's

Am
Que sera sera's, what a crock. I mean

D
Big talk for a chimpanzee.

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You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out.

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It's awful out here, Socrates.

E                           Am
I've never understood what humans do and want

               D                         G
It's quite confusing to me to try to connect.

B                                    Em
Never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted

           C              D                G
Just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect.

E          E7               Am
Until frustration makes me wish my teeth were sharp as yours

        D                                    G
Chew through their garage doors, these carnivores will no more use my heart

B                                Em
They'll call me crazy but their words all seem made-up to me

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Maybe they just need more friendship like yours.

            Gm                                    A7                Dm
So gather 'round Pandora's Skinner's Box, look through the one-way mirror

    D                                 G                E7
If you can see in shades of gray the colors are much clearer

         Am                   D                  G               Em
Oh, my friend, you've got a friend in me. Let's go and make more enemies.

   F#7                                  D
Although my eyes face forward, climb up on my shoulder, sure you'll see

    D7
my point of view. I'd bring you with me

      C             D               G                  Em
to my office in my pocket, but the world would put us down.

 C              D        G  B7
Lock me up and toss the key

     C                 Cm                     G             E7
You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out

C                 D7           Em  Emmaj7  Em7  Em6
It's dangerous out here, Socrates.

C                  D7       G   F#7   Am  Cm  G
It's lonely out here, Socrates.