Bright Eyes - Going For The Gold Ukulele

This is a corrected version of the one posted before. 

chords used:
      F#    D7    Asus2
e|----2-----2-------0----|
B|----2-----1-------0----|
G|----3-----2-------2----|
D|----4-----0-------2----|
A|----4-----x-------0----|
E|----x-----x-------0----|


          G
There's a voice on the phone
        G
Telling what had happened
                Bm
Some kind of confusion
               D7
More like a disaster
       G
And it wondered how you
        G
Were left unaffected
               Bm
But you had no knowledge
                  D7
No, the chemicals covered you
          G
And so a jury was formed
        G
As more liquor was poured
                Bm
No need for conviction
               D7
They're not thirsting for justice
       G
But slept with the lies
        G
I keep inside my head
                Bm
I found out I was guilty
               D7
I found out I was guilty
          G
But I won't be around
        G
For the sentencing
                Bm
Because I'm leaving
               D7
Oh, on the next airplane

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

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

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

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