Mustache Man Wasted

Em Em Launching loony thoughts into the bending of your mind Em You reach for something high but it's a mountain that you find Em He's a king dust demon with an icepick smile Em His music fills your feathers as you feel your passions fly Em With the mustache man on the carpet of his van Em You can feel your fatty tissues giving way to sweaty hands Em And the woofers keep distorting and the tweeters kiss the girls Em His horn-rimmed glasses lights a square beneath his curls C G Bm Em I have wasted so much time C G Bm Em I have wasted so much time Em Em He is like a politician who is practicing a speech Em He is racing, he is pacing, he is sleeping on his beat Em As the sky begins to darken and the waves begin to roll Em You can feel the oceans rising as you're losing all control Em And meanwhile back at the Candlerock Lounge Em It is past 11:30 and your friends are getting down Em They're applying purple eyeshadow, drinking warm beer Em They're wondering where you went to when you told them you'd be here C G Bm Em I have wasted so much time C G Bm Em I have wasted so much time C G Bm Em C G Bm Em C G Bm Em I have wasted so much time C G Bm Em I have wasted so much ... so much C G Bm Em time I have wasted so much C G Bm Em time so much so much time Em