E           A
        I have no fingertips
        F#                    B        A      G
        I burned 'em off from too many stove trips
        E               A
        Can't find no fingernails
        F#                         B     A   G
        I ate 'em off cause I was hungry as hell

        (continue rhytm in same way, listen to the record to get it just
         fine and dandy)

        Can't read can't clear my mind
        So here I go I've got to get into this lifetime, lifetime,
        lifetime

        I think I'm gonna build a fence
        to keep inside what little sense
        the sense of taste
        the sense of smell
        the sense to sit here and feel like hell, hell, hell
        Feel like hell.....

        (slow down on this next part)
        The Sun, the moon, the stars
        is that what you a thinking that you are
        As I'll disintegrate over time
        If I expect my body to keep up with my mind
        If I expect my body to try to keep up with my mind

        but today everythings mine
        today everything's mine
        today everything's mine