E A# F D E A# F D
E A# F D E A# F

[Verse]
                E                             B
I've worked so hard, like hyde on the chaos theory
E
I've found my madness quite complete
    E                             B
No sign of light or love divine intervention
    E                         D
While i was scoring on your street
   E                            B
I am the demon of your darkest thoughts
E
Wired to self destruct
  E                             B
A greedy, nasty, selfish little man
  E                             B
Who could never have or get too much

[Chorus]
  A                             F
But if the very thought makes you shiver
  A                             F
I am just one of the many lost
  A                             F
And i will change the course of the river
  A                             F
And never stop to count the cost

 C                  F       G      Am
But everythings light on a sunday
C           F       G      Am
The choir singing all in tune
C           F       G      Am
But such a small congregation
C            F       G      Am
Will someone send up the balloon

C          A#        C
Oh i'm a self made man
C          A#        C
The fruits of yes you can
C          A#        C
Oh i'm a self made man
                    E
And i'll take what i can

[Verse]
    E                             B
Out of the darkness and into the light
                      B
See the army grow and grow
  E                             B
And like a storm, a reign of terror
                            B
This ill wind will blow and blow

  A                             F
But if the very thought makes you shiver
  A                             F
I am just one of the many lost
  A                             F
And i will change the course of the river
  A                             F
And never stop to count the cost

[Bridge]
E A# F D E A# F D
E A# F D E A# F

E    F
E    F  G
A  Am  A#
A  Am  A#
A  Am  A#
G#
E

E A# F D E A# F D
E A# F D E A# F

    E                                     B
I'll take great pride and pleasure in your misery
  E                         B
And delight in your living hell
    E                             B
There's no known act of human kindnes left
  E                      B
My very mother i would sell

  E                      B
I'm not uncouthed, but educated
  E                      B
Now isn't that a scary thing
  E                      B
And elected to a place of power
  E                      B
Your slavery will be my sting


[Chorus]
  A                             F
But if the very thought makes you shiver
  A                             F
I am just one of the many lost
  A                             F
And i will change the course of the river
  A                             F
And never stop to count the cost

 C                  F       G      Am
But everythings light on a sunday
C           F       G      Am
The choir singing all in tune
C           F       G      Am
But such a small congregation
C            F       G      Am
Will someone send up the balloon

C          A#        C
Oh i'm a self made man
C          A#        C
The fruits of yes you can
C          A#        C
Oh i'm a self made man
                    E
And i'll take what i can

C          A#        C
Oh i'm a self made man
C          A#        C
The fruits of yes you can
C          A#        C
Oh i'm a self made man
                    E
And i'll take what i can

[Outro]
C  A#  C   A#
C  A#  C   A#
C  A#  C   A#
C  A#  C   A#
C  A#  C   A#
C  A#  C   A#
C  A#  C   A#