Intro F# - A - D x2 Verse 1 F# My misophonia brought the faders up, now A D she's a military grade, in Dolby surround, F# around 5.1. Cue the barking from the baritone A D conductor in the pit for the car honk duet. F# Half-tone harmony from the sewer. A D Rebel youth choir belt phrases even newer. F# Dump truck man drops the beat with trash cans, A D call 911! We got therapy demands. F# Philharmonic got a first chair car crash. A D Pan the falsetto to smash the glass. F# It's a drive-by lullaby that couldn't get worse. A D A melody abandoned in the key of New York. Chorus Dbm D Where nothing comes after. I'm a pass-time streamer, hanging from the rafters B Dbm D F# I don't get out. I don't have fun. Living like a captive of the sun. Bridge/Short Break F# Verse 2 F# I sightread the chart, clap rocks into sand. A D A 12-pass van on a pot-hold bandstand. F# Got an oil-can hangover by default, A D and trucks pave the roads with amphetamine salt F# Skull shaking cadence of the 'J' train rolls. A D Rhythm of defeat, repeating like a pulse. Marching on and static, lyrics shout a retort A D to the melody abandoned in the key of New York Chorus Dbm D Where nothing comes after. I'm a pass-time streamer, hanging from the rafters B Dbm D F# I don't get out. I don't have fun. Living like a captive of the sun. Ending F#