(Capo 5) Am F As crass as your mother, keen to the chance, C G You would live by the seat of your pants, Am F And you were taught you should have all things you can take, C G It's getting caught that makes you a thief. Am By the skin of your teeth. Am F C G x 2 F C It's true you were running for cover, G Am The worst of the worst was not done, F C You can't find comfort in any other, G Am Set in your ways like the sun. Am F Not one tune had changed like scattered leaves, C G All her clothes strung out on the eves. Am F There's a reckoning that's coming to make something right, C G There's a man here who's picking a fight, Am C It's on like a light. G Am No future or history too bright. AFCG F C It's true you were running for cover, G Am The worst of the worst was not done, F C You can't find comfort in any other, G Am Set in your ways like the sun. F C G Am Shee----ee's worrying me, F C A bird on some leash, G Am Flying nowhere but dying to be. Am F C G x 2 F C G Am x 2 F C A bird on some leash, G Am Flying nowhere but dying to be. F C Caught by some pride, G Am Only virtue will get you untied. FCGAm F C A bird on some leash, G Am Flying nowhere but dying to be. FCGAm