Schoolin

	  		Intro: Em Bm Dm Am x2 

Em                                Bm 
  Brother you look like the Taj Mahal 
                                    Dm 
One colossal dome above you and the smell of something other 
                    Am 
A pillar and a scimitar, a little... 

Em                               Bm 
  Yes I miss you like a formless hide 
                                        Dm 
Stretching over me and dangled from the coastguard in a chopper 
                       Am 
The scaffold of me all awry, a little... 

Em                                   Bm 
  Broke your shoulder on the library steps 
                                           Dm 
Hanging round there in the dark just doing nothing or whatever 
                             Am 
What do you mean you saw the stars? You little... 

Em                                 Bm 
  And I could write it in a murder font 
                                      Dm 
I could say it in a way that would be lying or whatever 
                             Am 
I don't want them to tell us apart! 

Eb                             Gm 
  You say that I'm an overlord? 
                       Bb                            F 
I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant, in watery blasts, than all of my past!  
Eb                               Gm 
  You seen me on the bridge a lot 
                  Bb 
But I never leapt over, the pent upper 
   F 
My number is up, my number is up 
                 Eb                                                     Gm 
But infinite and joyless little high fives are singing "praise the lord" 
                        Bb                                  F 
and "pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" and "you matter not, and you matter not" 
               Eb                                              Gm 
And is it, the flogging of the Flintstone that I'm supposed to be? 
                   Bb                           F 
The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin', the drummer goes on, the drama goes on 

Em                         Bm 
  And I don't wanna make a scene 
                                        Dm 
I don't wanna think about the 3rd world hunger or whatever 
                               Am 
'Cause thinking always comes across a little... 

Em                                Bm 
  There's a meeting of the worlds tonight 
                                  Dm 
Right above my head a miracle the sun erupt forever 
                       Am 
I barely ever raise my eyes a little... 
(Teach him how to hold!) 

Em                         Bm 
  And oh, I wanna make the peace 
                           Dm 
And god, I gotta be on the train past the ruins the wall and the druids 
    Am 
Oh, please 
  
Em                           Bm 
  I'm whining like a braking bus 
                                    Dm 
Maybe I can sit here and do nothing clever with a laser 
                      Am 
I'm not about to open up! 

Eb                             Gm 
  You say that I'm an overlord? 
                       Bb                            F 
I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant, in watery blasts, than all of my past! 
Eb                               Gm 
  You seen me on the bridge a lot 
                  Bb 
But I never leapt over, the pent upper 
   F 
My number is up, my number is up 
                 Eb                                                     Gm 
But infinite and joyless little high fives are singing "praise the lord" 
                        Bb                                  F 
and "pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" and "you matter not, and you matter not" 
               Eb                                              Gm 
And is it, the flogging of the Flintstone that I'm supposed to be? 
                   Bb                           F 
The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin', the drummer goes on, the drama goes on 

F 
The drummer goes on, the drama goes on 
My number is up, my number is up 

Bridge: Eb Gm Bb F 

Eb                   Gm                       Bb 
Earth, I take a long time, to learn about the big one 
             F                                     Eb 
Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn nil about Earth 
             Gm                        Bb 
Remember how men, would understand the heavens 
                  F 
But leaving those streetlights on, you can't see nothing there 

Eb Gm Bb F                        Eb Gm Bb F 
         So learn me anything good 

                        Eb 
Teach me something that works 
              Gm                       Bb                    
I take a long time, to learn about the big one 
             F                                      Eb 
Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick about Earth 
              Gm                        Bb 
Remember good men, would understand the heavens 
                  F                                         Eb 
And leaving those streetlights on, a ghost dark hemisphere Earth 

              Gm                       Bb 
I take a long time, to learn about the big one 
             F                                      Eb 
Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick about Earth 
              Gm 
Remember good man, you understand the heavens 
                  F 
But leaving those streetlights on?