Tom: C
C F F G
[Chorus]
C
With no place in the processional
G
And no seat in the convention hall
F G C
I sold my mind to the Kremlin on the Fourth of July
[Verse 1]
C
I was wearing a Yoda mask
F
You were talking like Lou Ferrigno
A hat made of paper. A vest made of ugly
G
An intercom with just one button
C
“This bag is almost empty”
F
That was your sole communication
G
From unimproved roads on the Fourth of July
[Verse 2]
C F
Fishing holes don't exist and country music with all those lists
G
Of things from yesterday you can no longer get
C F
Let's talk about Patti Hearst, Skeletor and Charles Manson
G
Reagan closed the hospitals for the mentally ill
C
Train stations filled up with the mentally ill
F
And I'm singing into a tape recorder
G
Trapped in this thing that I can’t get away from
C
"This bag is almost empty"
F
That was your sole communication
G
From unimproved roads on the Fourth of July
[Chorus]
C
With no place in the processional
G
And no seat in the convention hall
F G C
I sold my mind to the Kremlin on the Fourth of July
C
With no place in the processional
G
And no seat in the convention hall
F G C
I sold my mind to the Kremlin on the Fourth of July
