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