E B I'm in the business of losin' your interest A And I turn a profit each time that we speak E B Don't you know there's a coffin buried under the garden A It was there when we got here, will be there when we leave And my house was designed to kinda look like its cryin' The eyes are the windows, the garage is the mouth So when they mention the sad kid In a sad house on Balch street You won't have to guess who they speakin' about Chorus: E B A Come over E B A Come over I'm in the process of clearin' out cobwebs I was takin' the wrong meds, feels good to be sad And my house is just barely big enough for my family But it feels like a fortress when the weather gets bad And my mouth was designed for my foot to fit in it Oh, the words, they went missin' when the stock market crashed And the Dow Jones keeps fallin', but I promise you, darlin' With the view in the morning, you won't ever go back Chorus - x2 E B A I know that it ain't much, I know that it ain't cool E B A Oh, you don't have to tell the other kids at school C#m B/D# A My dad'll strike it rich, we'll be the big house on the block E B A Someday I'm gonna be somebody people want But I'm in the business of losin' your interest And I turn a profit each time that we speak Don't you know there's a coffin buried under the garden It was there when we got here, will be there when we leave | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C#m D# E B |