Election Tabulatur von Don DiLego

G  
All we are is all we are
                                D
Something in the way that we were made
  G 
Of chromosomes and crooked bones
                     D
Happiness is all that remains



F#m
But sometimes it seems,
  Eb          A                     D
I’m hopelessly just pushing for the world to elect me



 G
I believe in Novacane
                                 D
The numbing of the senseless and the vain
 G
And if I held a loaded gun
                           D
Would you reveal to me your compassion?



F#m
Fashionably, 
  Eb              A           D
I'm wearing down the inches of Mercury, in me
G              D
Won’t somebody please
G            D
Please choose me


G      
And if I found the way to purge
                        D
I’m confident I’d forget the words


   F#m
I’m thinking again,
  Eb               A           D
The truth is never all that it seems, seems to be
G             D
Won’t somebody please
G           D
Please elect me
G           D
Please choose me