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Tom: A7
Intr: A7 | Dm6 4x


 A7                    Dm6                  A7            Dm6    
You are the center of your little private constellation
     A7                  Dm6                   A7            Dm6
And you are the jury and judge of every little deconstructed fable
Em Em/F# Em/G     A              Em Em/F# Em/G     
         And you like the way it is
           A               Em Em/F# Em/G     
You don’t want to question it
             A         Em      Em/F#  Em/G Em/F#
You are the wonder of God’s own handiwork
 D   F C                 Bb       C   D        F     C
Yeah,    you wear Versace but you look like a dirty bird
     D   F C          Bb      C   D          F        C
And yeah,    even the paparazzi think you’re quite absurd
 A7               Dm6                         A7               Dm6
Venus of your consent, is there anything that you give up for Lent
   A7                        Dm6                           A7           Dm6
Oh parasite, oh peacock of pride, will you let the little people see inside you
Em Em/F# Em/G           A             Em Em/F# Em/G     
         And you don’t wanna question it
            A                   Em Em/F# Em/G     
And you’re looking quite possessed
            A         Em      Em/F# Em/G  Em/F#          
You’re the wonder of God’s own handiwork
 D   F C             Bb        C   D           F    C 
Yeah,    you wear Versace but you look like a dirty bird
     D   F C          Bb        C    D            F      C
And yeah,   even the buying public think you’re quite a jerk

B Bb A D
C           B               Bb     A      C B Bb A
And you’re trapped in your little castle
     C         B             Bb         A     F F#
Like Randolph Hearst in his fringe and tassel
 D   F C             Bb        C   D           F    C    Bb C C# D
Yeah,    you wear Versace but you look like a dirt bird 
     D   F C         Bb      C   D           F       C   
And yeah,   even the paparazzi think you’re quite absurd

D F C  |  D F C B C C# D  |  D F C  |  D F C

C D F | C D F | C D F | C D F  | 
(repita esta sequência nas frases abaixo)

There’s too much information on the television

Innocent we have been sprung and innocent we are

You don’t know how to feel, you don’t know

This is the eye the storm

This is society