předehra: Bm-G-D-A
Bm
1. You're too far to bring you across
Too high to see below
Just hanging on your daily dose
A Bm
And you never needed anyone
But they're rolling papers for your grass
How can you give what you don't have?
D
*: You keep on aiming for the top
E
And quit before you sweat a drop
G A
Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
D
You start out playing with yourself
E
You get more fun within your shell
G A
Nice to meet you but I gotta go my way
Bmi G D A
R: I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain
Bm-G-D-A
But you're so in love with yourself
Bmi G
If I say my heart is sore
D A
Sounds like a cheap metaphor
Bm-G-D-A
So I won't repeat it no more
2. I rather eat my soup with a fork
Or drive a cab in New York
'Cause to talk to you is harder work
So what's the point of wasting all my words
If it's just the same or even worse
Than reading poems to a horse
*: You keep on aiming for the top
And quit before you sweat a drop
Feed your empty brain with your hydroponic pot
I bet you'll find someone like you
'Cause there's a foot for every shoe
I wish you luck but I've other things to do
R: I'll leave again 'cause I've been waiting in vain...
