| D | Bm | D | |
| Who, | who am I to be | blue? |
| Bm | D | |
| Look at my family and | fortune. |
| Bm | D | Bm | |
| Look at my friends and m | y house. |
| D | Bm | D | |
| Who, | who am I to feel | deadened? |
| Bm | D | |
| Who am I to feel s | pent? |
| Bm | D | Bm | |
| Look at my health and my | money. |
| D | Bm | D | |
| And where, | where do I go to feel | good? |
| Bm | D | |
| Why do I still look o | utside me? |
| Bm | D | Bm | |
| Clearly I've seen it w | on't work. |
| Chorus: |
| D | G | |
| Is it my calling to keep | on when I'm unable, and |
| D | Bm | G | |
| Is it my job to be s | elfless extraordi | naire, and |
| D | G | |
| My generosit | y has me disabled, by this |
| D | Bm | D | Bm | D | Bm | |
| My sense of dut | y to offer. |
| (the verses and the chorus are the same from here out, I just included them so you |
| have the words) |
| Verse 2: |
| Why, why do I feel so ungrateful? |
| Me who is far beyond survival. |
| Me who sees life as an oyster. |
| Chorus |
| Verse 3: |
| And how, how dare I rest on my laurels? |
| How dare I ignore an outstretched hand? |
| How dare I ignore a third world country? |
| Chorus |