xe ---------9---9---2-------9---9---4-------9---9---4-------12---12---5-------12---12---4--| B ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| G ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| A ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| e ---------4---0---0---2--------9----9----9--9--4----9---9---4--------4---5---5-----5---5---4--| B ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| G ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| D ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| A ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| F#m I’ve got my same old nose and no cheekbones. A D I’ve got my stomach rolls, rather bare wardrobe. F#m They’ve got seven floors, one on the east coast. A Bm E Why they grin so wide, they’ve got their visions no one knows. e -------9---9---9----9--9--7--7---12-----7--7--7------9---9---9---9----------------------| B ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| G -------------------------------------------------------------------------------------1--| D ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| A ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| E ----------------------------------------------------------------------------------------| F#m I think I’m on the bright side. D A E Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time. F#m I hope I’m on the bright side. D A E What beauty is today is a fake from what’s inside. F#m A D Bm My teeth are yellow stars sleeping in my jaws, while their lips enlarged in a constant pout. F#m D A E They’re the types of girls who hide their wedding rings, if it doesn’t match their clothes. F#m They’ve got their visions no one knows. Bm E And why we’re patient no one knows. F#m I think I’m on the bright side. D A E Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time. F#m I hope I’m on the bright side. D A E What beauty is today is a fake from what’s inside. F#m A Learn to let go of tired skin. Bm D It’s just a fence to hold me in. A E I ask for a closing statement. F#m Bm I ask for just one prayer that I can put me into. F#m We’re the most modern man machines. E Under our masks not what we seem. F#m E A Bm We must not sleep underneath the slow and steady descent of the fools upstairs. F#m – E – A – E – F#m – E – – Bm – A – D – E – Bm F#m I think I’m on the bright side. D A E Got my hair cut short, I do my class report on time. F#m I hope I’m on the bright side. D A E What beauty is today is a fake from what’s inside. (repeat) F#m I’ve got my same old nose and no cheekbones F#m A My teeth are yellow stars sleeping in my jaws F#m They’ve got seven floors, one on the east coast. F#m D They’re the types of girls who hide their wedding rings F#m I think I’m on the bright side
