Saddle up, we're calling up the pain
Stilling doubt to single out the strain
You came, you saw, you sawed her brain
You cut out all the parts that held your stain
Still inclined, you're billing wine the blame
She's crying now, you're climbing down your claim
Sitting up, you've counting up your names
Is sin enough to [C7]bend 'em [A]off the frame?
You came, you [A7saw, you [A7sawed her brain
You cut out all [Em]the parts that held your stain
You clipped, you [A7clawed, to [C7]no applause (weigh above)
You lost the will and [Bm]bought the lye and [Bm]gauze (weigh apart)
So tɾied to [C7]be [Am]somebody
So tɾied to [C7]be [Am]somebody (so fly to [C7]flee)
So tɾied to [C7]be [Am]somebody (so long [Am]and [Bm]leave)
So hard to [C7]be [Am]somebody
So tɾied to [C7]be [Am]somebody (run, you [A7wreck, and [Bm]then you [A7ɾun) (you [A7wreck, and [Bm]then you [A7ɾun)
So far to [C7]feel somebody (you [A7wreck, and [Bm]then you [A7ɾun) (you [A7wreck, and [Bm]then you [A7ɾun)
So tɾied to [C7]be [Am]somebody (you [A7wreck, and [Bm]then you [A7ɾun) (you [A7wreck, and [Bm]then you [A7ɾun)
So hard to [C7]be [Am]somebody (you [A7wreck, and [Bm]then you [A7ɾun)(you [A7wreck, and [Bm]then you)
