| B5 | E5 | A5 | |
| A little after | twelve, the function suite was | full |
| C#5 | B5 | |
| With people I had never | seen before |
| E5 | A5 | |
| Ripped up ticket | stubs, confetti'ed on the | floor |
| C#5 | B5 | |
| It dawned on me I'd seen it | all before |
| E5 | A5 | |
| Cool your beans my | son, you look a fucking | mess |
| C#5 | B5 | |
| No one's getting out of | here, tonight |
| E5 | A5 | |
| Hit that button | there, the one that just says | wrong |
| C#5 | B5 | |
| We'll lose our lives through all our | favorite songs |
| Bridge: |
| B5 | E5/C# | |
| Go forward to later you look | light on your feet |
| E5 | D5 | |
| When you | whirled in the room I was | nailed to my seat |
| B5 | E5/C# | |
| Im like a prisoner getting | ready to stalk |
| E5 | D5 | |
| I feel the | blood in my hands and the | threat in your walk |
| Chorus: |
| B5 | E5/C# | |
| And suddenly it lifts the | roof off the place |
| E5 | D5 | |
| That keeps a | fault in my step, and a | grin on my face |
| B5 | E5/C# | |
| It can't contain me but you | needn't on me |
| E5 | D5 | |
| Get me | back in my box, and snap the | branches off me |
| B5 | E5 | A5 | |
| A little after | four, the function suite is | dead |
| C#5 | B5 | |
| And I am just a ripped up | ticket stub |
| E5 | A5 | |
| Here's a helping | hand, a voice that's far too | close |
| C#5 | B5 | |
| And I am up and on my | broken limbs |
| Bridge |
| Chorus |
| Solo: B5 E5/C# E5 D5 x2 |
| Chorus |