Dimed Out

Intro: B E

B E                            B    E         A                               E     B
I used to like walking with my eyes down, I'd sleep all day and fret away the night hours
    E                               B       E            A                             E       B
But then I saw the sun and felt its light's power, And I found out the planet ain't no private house
      E                       B   E              A                     E     B
Now I turn a brave bully to a shy coward, Make a loud lout silent as a quiet mouse
E                              E     B          A                              E      B
Then I make them hand over the white cloud, And then they're leaving me with a polite bow
A                                    E     B          A                          E   B
And I've got plans I haven't time to write down, I'll incite a riot, fire flying all around
         A                               E    B
When I'm crying out I'm howling with the wild hounds
            E      B
Don't wanna buy an ounce,
           E     B              E      B
For me the right amount, is the entire pound

A                        B     E
I only like it when it's dimed out
A                        E     B
I only like it when it's dimed out
A                        B     E
I only like it when it's dimed out
          B     E              B     E              B     E
When it's dimed out, when it's dimed out, when it's dimed out

B E                           B    E       A                                  E   B
I don't chase after clocks or calendars, I bow down not to masters, gods, nor managers
      E                                  B   E     A                             E    B
Cause all the greatest artists they were amateurs, Unembarrassed dressed in only bandages
    E                               B   E           A                       E  B
And I don't read rules or adhere to rituals, I'm an impatient underdog indivisible
        E                           B   E         A                        E    B
And my challengers are talentless imbeciles, When my chalice is full, I am invincible
A                                       E     B     A                           B   E
I don't listen to parents or priests or principals, Inconsiderate of little individuals
          A                            E    B
When they ration out their miniscule residuals
            E    B
Shit by the fistful
                   E  B             E   B
As long as there's a law, I'll be a criminal

A                        B     E
I only like it when it's dimed out
A                        E     B
I only like it when it's dimed out
A                        B     E
I only like it when it's dimed out
          B     E              B     E              B     E
When it's dimed out, when it's dimed out, when it's dimed out
          C#    F#             C#    F#
When it's dimed out, when it's dimed out
          C#    F#             C#    F#
When it's dimed out, when it's dimed out

F#   C# F# , B   F# C# x4

B                                   F#   C#
I turned it up to four and couldn't feel it
B                                 F#   C#
I turned it up to five, it wasn't real yet
B                             F#     C#
Turning it up to six wouldn't reveal it
            F# C#
Seven was a secret
          F#  C#
Eight was reaching
         F# C#
Nine was decent, but

B                         C#    F#
I really liked it when it dimed out
B                               F#    C#
I only really like it when it's dimed out
B                         C#    F#
I like, "like it" like it dimed out
B                                    C#    F#
I like it, like it, like it, like it dimed out.
B                        C#    F#
I only like it when it's dimed out
B                        F#    C#
I only like it when it's dimed out
B                        C#    F#
I only like it when it's dimed out
          F#    C#             F#    C#             F#    C#
When it's dimed out, when it's dimed out, when it's dimed out
           F# C#          F#    C#
Whatever's inside, let it climb out
         F#  C#                          F#   C#
That was his plan ..............and it's mine now

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