C         F         G
    It’s best this mess is part of the plan
C         F        G
    The truth is moving under the ground
Am                     G                 F             Dm
    You’re sure the steering wheel is resting in your hands

C F G

C     F       G
    Tough to say


[Verse 2]
C         F      G
    You think success belongs to the bank
C         F      G
    You take directions into the skin
Am               G           F               Dm    A
    An ancient motor revving up to keep it living on


[Chorus]
Dm                    A
Strings tied to the hands
C              G
Hands upon a mouth
Dm                    A
Strings tied to the hands
C              G
Hands upon a mouth
Dm                    A
Strings tied to the hands
C              G
Hands upon a mouth
N.C.
Sneaky ways, sneaky ways


[Verse 3]
C         F        G
    The path is written before the act
C      F         G
    A mode of growing seems like a choice
Am                   G             F          Dm      C F G
    It feels like progress is a product of a hidden game
C    F     G
    What obeys


[Verse 4]
C         F      G
    You measure hits by stuff in the house
C         F      G
    It’s more sincerely smiles on the face
Am                 G              F             Dm    A
    The instinct leads you if you do or if you don’t want


[Chorus]
Dm           A
Tackle on a neck
C                   G
Trapped within the ring
Dm           A
Tackle on a neck
C                   G
Trapped within the ring
Dm           A
Tackle on a neck
C                   G
Trapped within the ring


[Outro]
C     F       G
    Tough to say
C     F    G
    What obeys
C     F     G
    Sneaky ways
C     F     G    C
    Sneaky ways