20th Century Man Chords by Uncle Bonsai

_ _ _ _ _ _ Here's it.
_ ♪ [Bm] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] Thinking and screaming, I was pulled through the wire ♪
♪ I was dragged through the wire like a rat on a hook ♪
♪ I was moused, I was mowed and forfeited and bited ♪
♪ I was [D] rammed, I was bombed, but I never partook ♪
♪ I don't need all the news to print at a private [B] address [D] ♪
♪ Anything worthwhile will find its way into [Db] the press ♪
[B] ♪ Heart in my stomach, I was waiting and wanting ♪
♪ I was constantly waiting for the contents to list ♪
♪ I was cookied and counted, I was tracked, I was trampled ♪
♪ I was chatted and chided for the calls that I [D] missed ♪
♪ I belong to the party [B] like rotary dials [D] ♪
♪ From person to [B] person, men shaking a hand ♪
♪ I can talk to my friends on a string and a can ♪
♪ I'm a 20th century man ♪ _ _ _ _ _
_ ♪ I was drawn to the channels, I was pulled through the channels like a rat [A] in a maze ♪
♪ I was [B] tunered and timered, I was played and rewinded ♪
♪ I was programmed and primered with a [A] local erase ♪
♪ As I [C] stared at the clock, there was nothing [Bm] I wanted to see ♪
♪ [E] As I turned to the box, [G] I knew it would be [Ab] flashing at me ♪
♪ Constantly clicking, I [B] pressed the buttons, I was pushed the [Gb] buttons as I read the [Ab] display ♪
♪ I was surveyed and sought, I was scored, I was brought [Bm] out and bought for just pennies a [D] day ♪
♪ I belong to a solid oak 19-inch console, with buttons and dials I turn with my hand ♪
♪ I belong to the networks all perfectly [B] bland, I'm a 20th century [Bm] man, _ [A] 20th [G] century real lemonade ♪
[A] ♪ That's right, real lemonade, _ [G] and a spot in the [A] shade, _ [Bm] that would be nice ♪
♪ [G] Nothing that beeps, no [A] little buzzers and beeps, [G] nobody leaps, [A] _ [Bm] or slow wireless device [Bb] ♪
♪ Maybe a record, we could listen to records, I would still buy a record for a reasonable price [G] ♪
♪ Nothing to do but sit talking to you with a Valentine brew and [A] a big block of ice [E] ♪
♪ Hoping and praying, I was taught to the message, I was told to the message like a [D] raft on a wheel ♪
♪ I [B] was held, I was handled, I was processed and promised, I was traded [Bm] and shed, I was shuffled and spieled ♪
♪ I was cannied and car roast and beetled and breaded 101 string for some [B] fabulous deal ♪
♪ I [D] belong to the counters, the [A] wovers, corvettes, [D] I belong with the products you hold in your hand ♪
♪ I belong to the places with aisles to scan, I'm a [A] 20th century [Bm] man ♪
♪ [D] I belong to the Kriskys, to Kreskys and Kress, I belong to a shopping cart filled by my hand ♪
♪ It's a 7-11 catch, [B] nobody can, I'm a 20th century [Bm] man, [B] 20th century man ♪ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _