Spoon Out My Eyeballs

C Am 4x C Am C Am C Am C I would listen to the radio if I liked songs produced by 40 year olds G In high tech studios in the Valley F Give me something that I can tap my toes to C Am C Am And scream at the top of my lungs C Am G F 'Til it sounded like I've been smoking from the day that I was born C And you know that I would clap my hands until they’re red Am And sacrifice my body to the beat of the drum G Sonic rounds would spoon out my eyeballs F C And my feet would be glued to the floor Am C My head was high then Am Higher than today G It was easy to believe in something F C When I didn’t know a Goddamn thing Am C I close my eyelids Am G And wait for the clouds to part F And the sun to shine on me chords C Am F F x1 C Do you remember April 17th? Am When I lost my shit and a couple of teeth F And I said “Oh, God” I need someone to help me F C Am Keep moving on my feet F C Am It’s getting harder to be real, to be real, darling F oh, real darling Fade out on C-Am-F-F with various adlibs