(Verse 1: Kimya Dawson)GEver since I was a kidDOn the backs of my two eyelidsCI hid two Teleprompters thereTransmitting words from who knows whereGA walkie-talkie on a missionDRoger, roger will I listenCOr will I just pass it alongIn the form of a sing-a-longGWhen muse annoys, devoid and nullDI feel a tingle in my skullCLike ticker tape the words appearThere's a parade between my earsGI preach self-love, I know it?s trueDIt's easier to say than doCI sing these messages to youBut now I need to hear them tooG D CI am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am lovableG D CI am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am lovable(Verse 2: Aesop Rock)GI was laying bricks in a lineYap full of dog toyDPicturing a life beyond that of a protocol droidCBleep bloop boy ox boycott pea soupFirst learn to eat pain at St. Peter's preschool-yumGNow that's a painkiller I can speak throughDAirbrush letters on a pristine gene poolCSee, my mother said her father drew a tonBut all his cartoons had been swallowed by the Susquehanna flood in '72GThe year that he would subsequently passDI know he had a stroke but I assume that's only halfCBut now I'm signing up for finger-drawing class in a tux like a gentlemanMarrying his ash to his dustGLast on the kickball team draft pick-listDFirst to the King Kullen practicing his kickflipsCI'd like to say it's 'cause I was a rebelTruthfully it's easier to say "oh hell" instead of "hello"GHi, you need to get out moreDI dunno, I don't wanna be there when the geometry dominoCYou need to get out moreMaybe, or maybe his pace is better suited for pacingGYou need to get out moreDNever- I am nailed to the floor-I am snail under pressureCYou need to get out moreFine(Verse 3: Kimya Dawson)GEver since I was a kidDOn the backs of my two eyelidsCI hid two Teleprompters thereTransmitting words from who knows whereGAnd this is why when I'm on stageDMy eyes are closed, I'm in a hazeCI looks like I'm made out of clayI'm overwhelmed and under-glazedGI'm making vases out of snakesDI'm a kiln half-full of mistakesCWhen kneading it, air?s overlookedIt's gonna crack when it gets cookedGSo self-forgiveness is the keyDTo re-sculpting my sanityCMindfulness, humilityAnd taking time to care for meGI preach self-love, I know it?s trueDIt's easier to say than doCI sing these messages to youBut now I need to hear them tooG D CI am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveableG D CI am beautiful I am powerful I am strong and I am loveable(Verse 4: Aesop Rock)GI was laying bricks in a lineYap full of copper-topDPicturing a life beyond that of a dish-washerCPot buzz pingCriss-crossed arms in a tub ringLearned heartbreak on a Zelda-1 sub screen-numbG DLearned dark days by the scent of poached dove meatSome part ways and it's fuglyCMaybe the sum of the parts became lesserThat each individually making the same gestureGAnd you don't wanna interrupt the overlapping networkDSo you throw a bag together and elope with cabin pressureCTo disappear instead of interfere with any customsOr differing definitions of liberty and justiceGBig dummy dig a hole in the dirtDHe put his head in the hole; he is alone in this worldCAnd dying slowly from the comfort of his home full of wormsUntil you hear a little voice say "yo let's go get dessert"Wait-what?GYou need to get out moreDI dunno-over 2 million dead bats in NY aloneCYou need to get out moreMaybe, maybe notMaybe I'll just stay back and survey the lotGYou need to get out moreDNever- I am nailed to the floor in a jail made of desertsCYou need to get out moreOK
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