F# A E G#m B C#m C# E F# B


[Verse 1]
E                        B   A
Please don't turn on the TV
            B
Or open the paper
E                     B
‘cause the chances of tragedy
A                   B
Are now part of the weather
E                 B
I've got myself a notion
A                    B    E
To keep me safe for awhile
                     B
I think I'm gonna go hide myself
A                    B
Behind hot water and tile

[Pre-Chorus]
C#                                 B
Every decade they say it's getting worse
                     C#                B
I don't know if it's true or a cynical curse
                         C#         E
But it's bearing down on me constantly
           A                            B
And pretty soon now, I think it's gonna burst

D A E

[Chorus]
E              C#         A
I'm not coming out of the shower
E                       B     
It's such a comfortable crutch
C#                 G#
It's a warm loving womb, an intoxicating tomb
    E       F#                          B
And I don't miss the outside world that much

[Verse 2]
E                   B      A
Now all my harshest critics
              B
Screaming for murder
E                        B
But I'm doing what we've done all along
    A                       B
I'm just taking it one step further


[Pre-Chorus]
  C#                            E
I've always been a good American
B                C#                    B
I drank a lot of soda and I didn't question
              C#                   E
In whose deft hand the grenade was in
               A                     B
And now I feel someone is gonna pull the pin

D A E

[Chorus]
E              C#         A
I'm not coming out of the shower
E                       B     
It's such a comfortable crutch
C#                 G#
It's a warm loving womb, an intoxicating tomb
    E       F#               B
And I don't miss the outside world that much

[Solo]

E
D A E

[Chorus]
G#              C#        E
I'm not coming out of the shower
                        B     
It's such a comfortable crutch
       C#           G#                   E
It's a warm loving womb, an intoxicating tomb
            F#5                          B
And I don't miss the outside world that much

[Chorus]
E              C#         A
I'm not coming out of the shower
E                       B     
It's such a comfortable crutch
C#                 G#
It's a warm loving womb, an intoxicating tomb
    E       F#               B
And I don't miss the outside world that much


[Outro]
B      E
(Uninteligable)