moving back chairs broken and stacked i can t seem to shake the fix i m in better words that were sung or heard years before me still i do my best pushing pens to breast cut out signals left just when you thought you had me pegged thinking i m the same then i go and change three become a name chords just rearranged rhythm shoes and windows to see through another jealous husband to be killed better words have been sung out of tune i m happy in this hotel once again forcing thoughts to pen rehearsals for the end just when you thought you had me pegged thinking i m the same then i go and change three become a name chords just rearranged never kill the manufactured feel and soul no longer matters in the end better words you re never gonna hear mrs jones your son crossed to the bank still he must give thanks the money s all been made just when you though you had me pegged thinking i m the same then i go and change three become a name chords just rearranged