There are some little minute finger-picking tricks in this song, but They follow the chords pretty closely so You should be able to figure them out. Capo: 4th Tuning: Standard #1 #2 #3 #4 #5 E-|---x---x---x---x---x A-|---2---x---x---4---5 D-|---4---4---5---4---5 G-|---4---3---4---3---4 B-|---0---2---3---2---3 e-|---0---0---0---0---0 (I'm not sure of the chord names. So, for now, We'll just call them #1-5...) #1 #2 A short delay, the parrot blues #2 D Little voices mimic you #2 #3 It's not so hard to make that sound #1 #2 So watch your back, the Ides of March #3 D Cut your hair like Joan of Arc #2 #3 Disguise your will, they'll find you out #4 G A And when they do, look out G A There's money lenders inside the temple G D That circus tiger's going to break your heart A Em Something so wild turned into paper G A If I loved you, well that's my fault A bitch in heat, the alpha male Not something she'd ever tell Except when she got deathly high And out it came like summer rain It washed the cars and everything Felt clean for just a little while A telethon we drunk dialed Those starving children, they ain't got no mother There's pink flamingos living in the mall I'd give a fortune to your infomercial If somebody would just take my call Take my call D G Hello, patterns in my mind now moving slow D Sorrow all across the surface rolls A Smoothing out the edges of the stone Em The lights are out, where'd everybody go? G Alone Erase yourself and you'll be free Mandala destroyed by the sea All we are is colored sand So pay to ride the ferris wheel Smile, all that you can feel Is gratitude for what has been Because it did not happen There's money lenders inside the temple That circus tiger's going to break my heart Something so wild turned into paper If you love me, then that's your fault There's money lenders inside the temple This crystal city's going to fall apart When all their power turns into vapor If I miss you, well that's my fault Thanks...