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R.E.M. - The Wake-Up Bomb: chords

                   E        D
I look good in a glass pack
                 A     G
I look good and mean
                  E
I look good in metallic
           D               A   G
sick wraparounds blackout tease
                    E    D                A  G
I scud along the horizon chew some sweet tree
                  E                 D
I get high in my low-ass boot cut cheap
              A  G
I like being seen
                      E              D
I look good with my drink eat no sleep
                     A G
Take a leap, longevity
                  E              D       A G
I look good in my attitude, latitude, 1973
I'm in deep


C   G         C        G   C  D
My head's on fire and high esteem
 C        G            C           G        D
Carry my dead, bored, been there, done that,
anything

E        D
Oh, the wake-up bomb
A        G
Oh, the wake-up bomb
E        D
Oh, the wake-up bomb
A        G
Oh, the wake-up bomb

C   G         C        G   C  D
My head's on fire and high esteem
C     G        C     G        D
Get drunk and sing along to Queen
C           G      C         G         D
Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene
C         G            C
Carry my dead, bored, been there,
 G         D
done that, anything

I had to knock a few buildings over
I make an ugly mess
I had to blow a gasket
Drop transmission
I had to decompress
I had to write the great American novel
I had a neutron bomb
I had to teach the world
to sing by the age of 21
I wake up (I wake up)
I wake up (I wake up)
I threw up when I saw what I'd done

Chorus:
Oh, the wake-up bomb
Oh, the wake-up bomb
My head's on fire and high esteem
Get drunk and sing along to Queen
Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene
Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything

I've had enough, I've seen enough,
I've had it all, I'm giving up
I won the race, I broke the cup,
I drank it all, I spit it up
I've had enough, I've seen enough,
I've had it all, I'm giving up
I won the race, I broke the cup,
I drank it all, I spit it up

Yeah, atomic, Supersonic
What a joke, I'm dumb
See ya, don't wanna be you
Lunch meat, Pond scum

My head's on fire in high esteem
Get drunk and sing along to Queen
Practice my T-Rex moves and make the scene
Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything
Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything
Yeah, I'd rather be anywhere doing anything

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A

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Am

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C

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D

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E

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