F#m And I've been drifting off on knowledge F#m Cat-calls on cat-walks F#m Man these women getting solemn F#m I could sing a song for a Solomon or Salamander F#m We took a flight at midnight F#m And now my mind can't help but wander F#m 'How come? ' F#m Spoon-fed pluralized eyes F#m To find the beaches in the forest F#m When I'm looking off the edge F#m I preach my gut it can't help F#m But ignore it F#m I'm climbing up the walls F#m Cuz all the shit I hear is boring F#m All the shit I do is boring F#m All these record labels boring F#m I don't trust these record labels I'm touring F#m All these people on the planet F#m Working 9 to 5, just to stay alive F#m The 9 to 5, just to stay alive F#m The 9 to 5, just to stay alive F#m The 9 to 5, just to stay alive F#m The 9 to 5, just to stay alive F#m The 9 to 5, just to stay alive F#m The 9 to 5, just to stay alive F#m All the people on the planet F#m Working 9 to 5 just to stay alive C#m F#m How come? F#m What goes up, ghost around C#m Goes around around around around F#m What goes up, ghost around C#m Ghost around around around around C#m Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und Ah-rou-ou-und ah-rou-ou-und C#m Soul not for sale Probably won't make no money off this Oh well Reap what you sow Perfection is so... Mm