Going For The Gold chords

There's a [G]voice on the phone
Telling [G]what had happened
Some kind of con[Bm]fusion
More like a dis[D7]aster
And it [G]wondered how you
Were lef[G]t unaffected
But you had no [Bm]knowledge
No, the chemicals [D7]covered you
And so a j[G]ury was formed
As more [G]liquor was poured
No need for conv[Bm]iction
They're not thi[D7]rsting for justice
But sle[G]pt with the lies
I keep i[G]nside my head
I found out I wa[Bm]s guilty
I found out I w[D7]as guilty
But I won'[G]t be around
For the [G]sentencing
Because I'm leav[Bm]ing
Oh, on the next[D7] airplane

And though I [C]know that my [D]actions are [G]impossible to [Bm]justify
They seem [C]adequate to [D]fill up my [G]time
And if I could [C]talk to my[D]self like I [Bm]was someone [Em]else
Then [C]maybe I could [D]take your a[G]dvice [Bm] [Em]
And I wouldn't[C] act like such an a[D]sshole all the time [G]

There's a [G]film on the wall
Makes th[G]e people look small
Who are sitting [Bm]beside it
All consumed in[D7] the drama
They must [G]return to their lives
Once the[G] hero has died
They will drive [Bm]to the office
Stopping somewh[D7]ere for coffee
Where the [G]folk singers, poets,
and play[G]wrights convene
Dispensing their[Bm] wisdom
Oh, dear amateu[D7]r orator
They will [G]detail their pain
In some [G]standard refrain
They will recite[Bm] their sadness
Like it's some [D7]kind of contest

Well, if it [F#]is
I think I am [Bm]winning it
All beaming with [G]confidence
As I [Asus2]make my final lap
The gold medal [F#]gleams
So hang it [Bm]around my neck
Because I am [G]deserving it
The champion of [Asus2]idiots

But a [C]kid carries his [D]walkman on that l[G]ong bus ride to [Bm]Omaha
I know a [C]girl who cries when she [D]practices [G]violin
Because each n[C]ote sounds so [D]pure, it just [Bm]cuts into [Em]her
And then the [C]melody comes [D]pouring out her [G]eyes [Bm] [Em]
Now to [C]me, everything e[D]lse, it just sounds like a lie. [G]