[G] All we are is all we are Something in the way that we were [D] made Of [G] chromosomes and crooked bones Happiness is all that re[D]mains But [F#7] sometimes it seems, I’m [Bm] hopelessly [A/C#] just [D]pushing for the [Em] world to elect [D] me Now [G] I believe in Novacane The numbing of the senseless and the [D] vain And [G] if I held a loaded gun Would you reveal to me your [D]compassion? [F#7] Fashionably I [Bm] wearing [A/C#] down the [D] inches of [Em] mercury, in [D] me [G] Won’t somebody [D] please [G] Please choose [D] me? And [G] if I found the way to purge I’m confident I’d forget [D] the words I’m [F#7] thinking again The [Bm] truth is [A/C#] never [D] all that it [Em] seems, seems to [D] be [G] Won’t somebody [D] please [G] Please elect [D] me [G] Please [Gm] [D] me? [G] [D] [G] [D] - repeated
