Am G F Dm G 

Am
Off she trots to the psychiatric hospit...
Am                                                 Dm
All she's got is the memory of a girl that used to laugh a lot
                                          Am
Now she's very angry cause they say she's lost the plot

                                       G          F 
And she's laughing in the mirror at her paper dress
                         Am            Em    F
Cause she has a troubled mind, a troubled mind


Am
Rosie Black, she walked up in here wired up on crack
                              Dm
It's for the kids who have low self esteem
                            Am
They've got no concept of reality
                          G       F
Living their lives inside a fantasy
                         Am              Em  F
Cause they have troubled minds, troubled minds


Dm                                    C      G
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Dm                                C       G
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Dm         Am                         Em Dm C
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Dm       C                  G                F
Just remember things aren't always what they seem



Em G Dm C
Ooh...


Am 
Peter Pan could not admit he had become a man
                             Dm
He smashed the mirror into a million bits
                          Am
Now all he seems to do is stare and sit
                       G                        F
Painting pictures of a life that he'll never find
                    Am             Em  F
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds


Am
There's a sweet little guy called Mars
Am
Each night he cries, this ain't the place I'm meant to be
Dm
He hides his dreams deep within a wooden box
   Am                         
He hides his secrets deep within his woolen socks
G                   F 
Life will pass him by 
                    Am             G   F
Inside his troubled mind, troubled minds


Dm                                    C      G
Wipe the white golden dust into these broken hands
Dm                                C    G
Must depend on a friend that will understand
Dm         Am                         Em Dm C
Like the glitter making love to the gleam
Dm       C                  G                F
Just remember things aren't always what they seem


Dm                                  C          G
We can kill for the dust we need to fill these hands
Dm                                 C     G
Can't depend on a friend that will understand
Dm          Am                         Em Dm C
Hate the glitter, we have murdered the dream
Dm       C                  G                F
Just remember things aren't always what they seem


Em G Dm C
Ooh...