Direct Hit!Direct Hit! – Artificial Confidence

Direct Hit! – Artificial Confidence

Direct Hit! – Artificial Confidence Chords and Lyrics

Artist : Direct Hit!
Song : Artificial Confidence

[Intro] : D Bm A G Bm A (x2)

[Verse] :
                 D                              Bm               A
Well I've been sitting in the back seat of this car for half an hour 
         G                         Bm   A     
and I'm wondering if any of this is real
D                            Bm          A
Trouble is I ate a pound of psychedelic mushrooms,
             G                          Bm   A 
and now I'm trying to decide if I should feel 
D
weird about the fact that both 
    Bm                   A
my friends who went and drove me 
        G                             Bm     A
to the Burger King can tell that I'm fucked up?
               D                      Bm               A
Because their alligator faces leering at me from the front seat 
           G                               Bm     A
have that look of frightened deer-in-headlights locked
          G              Bm                 A               G              Bm
Hissing "Calm down that bitter taste's the drug and no you won't drown on spit
             A                 G               Bm            A
So cool it, swallow, we'll be downtown now in just a couple minutes
          G                       A
We don't have to talk until you're fine"

[Interlude] : D Bm A G Bm A (x2)

[Verse] :
            D                               Bm
So now I'm sitting on the curb, amazed by traffic
         A                 G                              Bm   A 
All the cars have rockets bolted to their roofs and reptile men
D                                 Bm               A
Driving wonder if the lights that spin atop these ambulances 
G                                 Bm    A
always looked as cool as they have been?
                              G
And no one can tell me "Calm down"
      Bm                    A
That bitter taste's their stares
                    G       Bm
And no, you won't drown on spit
              A               G   
So cool it, swallow, take a breath, 
               Bm            A
sit tight for just a single minute
        G                      A
We can talk again when they get lost

[Chorus] :
            D                       A
Then we'll sail as high as we wanna go
                        Bm
None of you can tell us no
                       G
Or tell us that we'll fail
                             D
Cause we're too far gone to care
                       A
And time goes way too slow
                           Bm
Let's pick up the pace and go
                           G
Double-time this beat and wail
G                             
No one rests until we're there

[Bridge] :
        G                    
Well I guess we should worry a bit
       Bm                       A                  D
Cause they'll lock us up if we can't learn to cool it
       G
We're having a party instead
     Bm                  A            D   
Who cares if it's only inside of our heads?
           G                        Bm          A             G
We've got mutants, and angels, and demons, and rockets, and killers
                Bm             A
Obnoxious? Fuck you man, I've got this
       G                           Bm             A       G
Let's stay on this trip, tell the world it don't know anything
                          A
Glad you're here to hang out

[Chorus] :
          D                       A
So we'll sail as high as we wanna go
                        Bm
None of you can tell us no
                       G
Or tell us that we'll fail
                             D
Cause we're too far gone to care
     Bm         A       G  
And time moves way too slow
           Bm      A        D
Let's pick up the pace and go
        Bm        A        G
Double-time this beat and wail
        Bm      A          D                             
No one rests until we're there 
      Bm             A       G   
In a place we won't have to care
  Bm       A         D
About what we don't know
      Bm         A         G
In a world that tells you "go"
             Bm         A
Don't have a pill? Pull up a chair.

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