R.E.M.

^{G G
G} Turning on the TV and what do I see?
A pageantry of empty gestures all lined up for me – wow! ^F#
G I'd have thought by now we would be ready to proceed
But a tearful hymn to tug the heart
And a man-sized wreath – ow! ^F#
Am Throw it on the fire
^D Throw it in the air
^Bm Kick it out on the dance-floor like you ^E just don't care, oh
^Am Give ^G me som ^D e
^G Wave the palms, still the arms, fists in the air
A motorcade of a night-string(?) shows the people that you care – ow ^F# !
^G Nature abhors a vacuum but what's between your ears?
Your judgement cluttered with fearful thoughts
A headlights and a deer – ow! ^F#
Am Throw it on the fire
^D Throw it in the air
^Bm Kick it out on the dance-floor like you ^E just don't care, oh
^Am Give ^G me som ^D e
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^G Well I'm not deceived by pomp and odious conceit
But a tearful hymn to tug the heart
And a man-sized wreath-ow ^F# !
^Am Throw it on the fire
^D Throw it in the air
^Bm Kick it out on the dance-floor like you ^E just don't care, oh
^Am Look at what I've found
^D Everybody look around
^Bm Everybody looking like ^E they just don't care
^Am Throw it on the fire
^D Throw it in the air
^Bm Kick it out on the dance-floor like you ^E just don't care, oh
^Am Give ^G me som ^D e
^Am Give ^G me som ^D e
^Am Give ^G me som ^D e
^{Am G D}