[ Предположительная тональность: G ] [Verse 1] G G/F# There's a voice on the phone Em telling what had happened, C some kind of confusion D7 more like a disaster. G G/F# Em And it wondered how you were left unaffected, C but you had no knowledge. D7 No, the chemicals covered you. G G/F# So a jury was formed Em as more liquor was poured. C No need for conviction, D7 they're not thirsting for justice. G G/F# Em But I slept with the lies I keep inside my head. C I found out I was guilty. D7 I found out I was guilty. G G/F# Em But I won't be around for the sentencing, C cause I'm leaving D7 on the next airplane. [Chorus 1] C D7 G Bm And though I know that my actions are impossible to justify C D7 G they seem adequate to fill up my time. C D7 But if I could talk to myself Bm Em like I was someone else, C D7 G well then maybe I could take your advice, C D G and I wouldn't act like such an asshole all the time. [Verse 2] G G/F# There's a film on the wall, Em makes the people look small C who are sitting beside it, D7 all consumed in the drama. G G/F# Em They must return to their lives once the hero has died. C They will drive to the office D7 stopping somewhere for coffee, G G/F# Em where the folk singers, poets and playwrights convene, C dispensing their wisdom, D7 Oh dear amateur orators. G G/F# They will detail their pain Em In some standard refrain. C They will recite their sadness D7 Like it's some kind of contest. [Bridge] F# Bm Well, if it is, I think I am winning it, G All beaming with confidence A as I make my final lap. F# The gold medal gleams Bm so hang it around my neck G cause I am deserving it: A the champion of idiots. [Chorus 2] C D7 G Bm But a kid carries his walkman on that long bus ride to Omaha. C D7 G I know a girl who cries when she practices violin. C D7 Bm Em Cause each note sounds so pure, it just cuts into her, C D7 G Bm Em and then the melody comes pouring out her eyes. C D7 G Now to me, everything else, it just sounds like a lie