talk shows on mute

C Am Take a bow, pack on powder, wash 'em out with buzzing lights C Am Pay an audience to care, "impress me" personality C Am Still and transfixed, the electric sheep are dreaming of your face C Am Enjoy you from the chemical, comfort all America F G Come one, come all into nineteen-eightyfour F G Yeah, three, two, one: lights, camera, transaction C Am Quick, your time is almost up, make 'em forget that they're the moth C Am Edging in towards the flame, burn into obscurity C Am Still and transfixed, the electric sheep but dreaming up your fate C Am We judge you from the card castle, comfort all America F G Come one, come all into nineteen-eightyfour F G Yeah, three, two, one: lights, camera, yeh F G Come one, come all into nineteen-eightyfour F G Yeah, three, two, one: lights, camera, transaction F G Come one... come all into nineteen-eightyfour F G Yeah, three, two, one: lights, camera, transaction C Am Your foundation is canyoning, fault lines should be worn with pride C Am I hate to say it, but you're so much more C You're so much more endearing with the sound turned off