A
Well I would float on by
E
While everybody's talkin'
Hell I'm just another guy
D
If it were up to me
A
I'd say just leave me be
B
Why let one bad apple
A7
Spoil the whole damn bunch
A7
Gold and caviar
Now whyn't you pour my apathy
I'd have all my bases covered
If I could teach my hands to see
E7
But now we're down in the deep end
Where they'd love to watch you drown
I said your laundry could use washing
Will hang it up all over town
I said Hollywood's like a dryer
And we're down on Sunset Strip
And you'll be suckin' down the clorox
'Til your life's all nice and crisp
D
When the shit hit the fan
A
It was all I could stand
E
Yeah, well I'm a frequent flyer
D
My body's breathing while it can
A E
But what I don't understand is that
My world ain't getting no brighter
D
If i could touch the sky
A
Well I would float on by