Wilco She's a jar From: Patrick Corbett (patrick.corbett@reuters.com) Thanks to Patrick!!! G Bm C Chorus G Am D Em Bm Bbm Am She's a jar With a heavy lid My pop quiz kid A sleepy kisser With feeling hid, She begs me not to miss her She says forever to light a fuse We could use a handful of wheel And a day off, and a bruised road However you might feel, tonight is real When I forget how to talk I sing Won't you please bring that flash to shine And turn my eyes red, unless they close When you click and my face gets sick Stuck, like a question unposed Just climb aboard the tracks of a train's arm - in my fragile family tree And watch me floating inches above the people underneath me Please be aware the quiet front yard I warned you before there were water skies I warned you not to drive Dry your eyes - you poor devil Are there really ones like these The ones I dream - float like leaves And freeze to spread skeleton wings I passed through before I knew you I believe it's because Daddy's payday is not enough Oh I believe it's all because Daddy's payday is not enough Just climb aboard the tracks of a train's arm - in my fragile family tree And watch me floating inches above the people underneath me She's a jar with a heavy lid My pop quiz kid - a sleepy kisser A pretty war - my feelings hid She begs me not to hit her Misunderstood:Wilco When you're back in your old neighborhood The cigarettes taste so good But you're so misunderstood You're so misunderstood There's something there that you can't find Honest when you're tellin' a lie You hurt her but you don't know why You love her but you don't know why Short on long term goals There's a party there that we oughtta go to G Do you still love rock and roll? Do you still love rock and roll? It's only a quarter to three Reflecting off your C.D. You're looking at a picture of me You're staring at a picture of me Take the guitar player for a ride He ain't never been satisfied He thinks he owes some kind of debt Be years before he gets over it All you touch turns to lead You think you might just crawl back in bed The fortune inside your head You know you're just a mama's boy Positively unemployed So misunderstood So misunderstood I know you gotta God shaped hole Leanin' out your So misunderstood So misunderstood So misunderstood So misunderstood I'd like to thank you all for nothin' I'd like to thank you all for nothin' at all I'd like to thank you all for nothin' Nothin' nothin' nothin' nothin' nothin' at all Nothin' nothin' nothin' nothin' at all