The Memo

C/G

[Verse 1]
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I'm gonna steal some bedsheets, from an amputee
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I'm gonna mount em on a canvas, in the middle of the gallery
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I'm gonna tell everybody it was painted by a chimpanzee, but just between you and me
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Here at the cultural low water mark, if it's fraud or art, they'll pay you to believe

[Verse 2]
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I'm gonna take five young dudes, from white families
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Gonna mount em on a billboard, in the middle of the country
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I'm gonna tell everybody they sing like angels with whiter teeth, but just between you 
   D7/F#
and me
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They're just like the ones before, with their standards lower, every concert goer will pay you
          C/G
 to believe

[Bridge]
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Caffeine in the morning, alcohol at night
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Cameras to record you and mirrors to recognize
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And as the world is getting smaller, small things take up all your time
          Am                         Am/G  D7/F#
Narcissus would have had a field day if he could have got online

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And friends it's not self-love that kills you, it's when those who hate you are allowed
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To sell you that you're a glorious shit the entire world revolves around
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And that you're the eater, and not the eaten, but that your hunger will only cease
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If you come binge on radiant blandness at the disposable feast...

     Am                    F
Just quickly how would you rate yourself
            Am                        F
In terms of sex appeal and cultural significance?
       Bb
Do you usually listen to music like this? can we recommend some similar artists?
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Are you feeling depressed?...but your feedback's important,...to us...

[Verse 3]
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Gonna buy myself a sports team, and put em in a pit
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Gonna wage the old crusade, against consciousness
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All I need's a couple winners to get every loser to fight in it, keep the golden calf, 
          Am/G  D7/F#
just need the bullshit
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They won't just sell themselves into slavery, they'll get on their knees and pay you to 
  C/G
believe