Originally in A, I play in D capo 1
Intro
D | A | Bm | F# |
G | D | G | A |
D | A | Bm7 | F#7 |
It doesn’t | matter what I | say |
G | D | G | A |
So long as | I sing with in | flec | tion |
D | A | Bm7 | F#7 |
That makes you | feel that I’ll con | vey |
G | D | G | A |
Some inner | truth of vast re | flec | tion |
D | A | Bm7 | F#7 |
But I’ve said | nothing so | far |
G | D | G | A |
And I can keep | it up as | long as it | takes |
D | A | Bm | F#7 |
And it don’t | matter who you | are |
G | D | G | A |
If I’m d | oing my job, it’s | your resolve that | breaks |
D | A | Bm | F#7 | |
Because the | hook | brings you | back |
G | D | G | A |
I ain’t | tellin’ you no | lie |
D | A | Bm | F#7 | |
The | hook | brings you | back |
G | D | G | A |
On t | hat you can rel | y |
D | A | Bm | F#7 |
There is | something am | iss |
G | D | G | A |
I am | being insinc | ere |
D | A | Bm | F#7 |
In fact I | don’t mean | any of this |
G | D | G | A |
Still my conf | ession draws you | near |
D | A | Bm | F#7 |
To confuse the i | ssue I re | fer |
G | D | G | A |
To familiar h | eroes from | long ago |
D | A | Bm | F#7 |
No matter how | much Peter l | oved her |
G | D | G | A |
What made the | pan refuse to | grow |
D | A | Bm | F#7 | |
Was that the | hook | brings you | back |
G | D | G | A |
I ain’t | tellin’ you no | lie |
D | A | Bm | F#7 | |
The | hook | brings you | back |
G | D | G | A |
On t | hat you can rel | y |
Solo
D | A | Bm | F# |
G | D | G | A |
D |
Suck it in, suck it in, suck it in |
A | |
If you’re | Rin Tin Tin or Anne Boleyn |
Bm | F#7 |
Make a desperate move or else you’ll w | in |
G | |
And then begin to | see what you’re doing to me |
D | |
This | MTV is not for free |
G | |
It’s s | o PC it’s killing me |
A | |
So d | esperately I’ll sing to thee of |
D | A |
Love, sure but a | lso rage and hate and pain |
Bm | F#7 | |
And | fear of self, and | I can’t keep these feelings on the |
G | D |
Shelf, I’ve tried, well, n | o in fact I’ve lied |
G | A | |
Could b | e financial suicide but I | ’ve got too much pride inside to |
D | A |
Hide or slide, I’ll d | o as I’ll decide and |
Bm | |
Let it r | ide until I’ve died |
F#7 | |
And only | then shall I abide |
G | |
This tide of c | atchy little tunes |
D | |
Or h | ip three-minute ditties |
G | |
I wanna | bust all your balloons |
A | |
I wanna | burn all of your cities |
D | |
To the g | round I’ve found |
A | |
I w | ill not mess around |
Bm | |
Unless I | play then hey |
F#7 | |
I | will go on all day |
G | |
Hear what I | say, I have a prayer to pray |
D | |
That’s r | eally all this was |
G | |
And when I’m | feeling stuck and need a buck |
A | |
I d | on’t rely on luck because |
D | A | Bm | F#7 | |
Was that the | hook | brings you | back |
G | D | G | A |
I ain’t | tellin’ you no | lie |
D | A | Bm | F#7 | |
The | hoooooo |
G | D | G | A |
On t | hat you can rel | y |