C F 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 F E
Happiness depends on who you blame
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)
