D F G Look at me I'm fallin' off of a cliff now D F G I can still hear my mama yelling No No No D F G But the words mean nothing. Can't catch up to me now D F G The view is so beautiful all the way down When I was a little boy sucking juice from a bottle Believing my perceptions were oh so real But I didn't know nothing, still, knowing nothing Was just enough for me to know the way I feel Chorus: D This is life C G D What a fucked up thing we do C G D What a nightmare come true F G A# A D Or a playground if we choose, and I choose Look at me, I'm swollen like a banana fish now I'm never going to make it, make it out of my hole But I keep on laughing, doesn't really matter There's dozens of reasons for explaining my soul When I was a teenager, sucking booze with the Vatos Discussing who was gonna live to be twenty-one They said they wouldn't make it; they didn't make it We're all naked when the day is said and done Chorus A C G D Don't know who made this all come true A C G A# A But now while you're here you just gotta do what you gotta do 1, 2, 3, 4 Now, if I wasn't such a weenie, do you think you'd still love me? Pretending I'm an airplane on the living room floor Like a lovely generator, you stand right by me And if words were wisdom, I'd be talking even more So I keep on falling as I'm looking back above me Watching as my mama just becomes a little dot Now I'm, I'm like DeNiro, I'm Amarillo And I'll never know when I hit the ground Chorus: D This is life C G D What a fucked up thing we do C G D What a nightmare come true F G A# A A# A A# A Or a playground if we choose, choose, choose, D and I choose | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# C D F G |