C E My mother says I'm great C F E And it always makes me sad C F E I don't think she's being nice C F E I really think she believes that C F G F So now I bend my days around the people G All the people obey, whoa C Bb So sad it's nothing F G C F G (one stroke) Happiness depends on who you blame C F E I gather things can change C F E So maybe she's asleep in her grave C F E She gave her body to science C F G So I'm not sure what's in her place F G Maybe roses or Tanqueray, whoa C Bb So sad it's nothing F G C E Happiness depends on who you blame Solo: A C F E I know the dead still listen C F E She sings a part of every refrain C F G Under the weight of the living F Pointing a finger G With no eyes to aim, whoa C Bb So sad it's nothing F G It's absolutely nothing C Bb So sad it's nothing F G It's absolutely nothing C Bb So sad it's nothing F G C F G (one stroke) Happiness depends on who you blame