Intro: G 

Verse 
G                           G         C               G 
Looks like the monsoons are coming to ruin the 4th of July. 
G                 G                       D 
It always ends up exactly like this every year at exactly this time. 
           G                  G                   C                        G 
I went outside, took down the flag, reduced it to rags, and engulfed it in fire. 
       D                   D                       G 
Only a nation under manipulation could swallow the lies. 


[Refrão]
 
           G 
I’m out of line. 
           G 
I’m out of line. 
           C                      G 
I’d better get my ass back in the line. 
       D                   D                              G 
Only a country filled with idiot people could swallow the lies.  

Insrtumental: G C G D G 

Verse 
G                         G          C                  G 
Looks like a snowstorm is brewing to ruin our Christmas again. 
   G              G                       D 
It always ends up exactly like this every time that I get off the plane. 
       G                               G                 C                   G 
I hate religion, but I don’t blame the stories: It’s the folks who believe I despise. 
       D                                                G 
Only a world so desperate for meaning could swallow the lies. 


[Refrão]
 
           G 
I’m out of line. 
           G 
I’m out of line. 
           C                      G 
I’d better get my ass back in the line. 
       D                   D                              G 
Only a fool filled with half-baked ideas could swallow the lies. 
           G 
I’m out of line. 
           G 
I’m out of line. 
           C                      G 
I’d better get my ass back in the line. 
       D                   D                              G 
Only a fool filled with half-baked ideas could swallow the lies.