COOKIE JAR

(Dm)I would turn on the T V,

(Dm)but it’s so em bar rass ing

to (Dm)see all the oth er peo ple.

I don’t know what they mean.

And (Dm)it was mag ic at first,

when (Dm)they spoke with out sound.

But (Dm)now this world is gon na hurt.

You (Dm)bet ter turn that thing down.

Turn it a round.

(Gm)“It was n’t me,” says (Dm)the boy with the gun.

“Sure, I pulled n’t the trig ger, but it need ed to be done be cause life’s been kill ing me ev (Dm)er since ple it want be to gun.

Man, it’s You (Dm)can’t blame me ’cause and you I’m too young.”

“You (Gm)can’t blame me.

Sure, (Dm)the kill er was my son, but I (C)did n’t teach him to (Dm)pull the trig ger of the gun.

It’s the kill ing on (Dm)his T V screen.

You (C)can’t blame me; it’s (Dm)the im ag es he’s seen.”

“Well, you (Gm)can’t blame n’t me,” says (Dm)the me di a man.

“Sure, I was n’t the one who came up need with the plan.

done be cause life’s just point my cam ’ra (Dm)what since ple it want be to see.

Man, it’s a (Dm)two way mir ror and you can’t blame me.”

“You (Gm)can’t blame me,” says (Dm)the sing er of the song or the (C)mak er of the ie (Dm)which he based his life the on.

It’s “It’s kill ing on (Dm)his T V screen.

You (C)can’t blame me; it’s (Dm)the im ag es he’s seen.”

“Well, you (Dm)on ly en ter tain ment, and as an y one can see, it’s (Dm)smoke ma chines and make up.

Man, you can’t fool me.”

It was (Gm)you, it was me, (Dm)it was ev ’ry man.

We’ve (C)all got the (Dm)blood on our hands.

We (Gm)on ly re ceive (Dm)what we de mand, and if (C)we want hell, (Dm)then hell’s what we’ll have.

Turn it a round.