verse 1:
[Dm]Judging by the look on the [E7]organ-grinder,
[Am7]He'll judge me by the fact that my [Fmaj7]face don't fit.
[Dm]It's touching that the monkey sits [E7]on my shoulder.
[Am7]He's waiting for the day when he [Fmaj7]gets me,
Pre-Chorus 1:
But I don't [C]need no [Em7]alibi - I'm a p[Am7]puppet on a s[Fmaj7]string.
I just [C]need this [Em7]stage to be s[Am7]seen. [Fmaj7]
We all [C]need a p[Em7]pantomime to rem[Am7]remind us what [Fmaj7]is real.
Hold my [C]eye and k[Em7]know what it m[Am7]means. [Fmaj7]
Chorus:
[Dm]I'm out of my [Fmaj7]min-d
[C]I'm out of my [Em]mind
Verse 2:
[Dm]Judging by the look on the [E7]organ-grinder,
[Am7]He'll judge me by the fact that my [Fmaj7]face don't fit.
[Dm]It's touching that the monkey sits [E7]on my shoulder.
[Am7]He's waiting for the day when he [Fmaj7]gets me,
Pre-Chorus 2:
But I won't [C]be your [Em7]concubine - I'm a p[Am7]puppet not a [Fmaj7]whore.
I just [C]need this [Em7]stage to be [Am7]seen. [Fmaj7]
Won't you [C]be a [Em7]friend of mine to r[Am7]remind me wha[Fmaj7]what is real?
Hold my [C]heart and [Em7]see that it [Am7]bleeds. [Fmaj7]
Chorus:
[Dm]I'm out of my [Fmaj7]min-d
[C]I'm out of my [Em]mind
