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 |
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| 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 |