Key: D
Introduction:
difficulty
very easy |||||
very easy |||||
Am
I've lost the plot again
C G
Tell your friends to sharpen their teeth
Am C G
There's a few quid to be made...
Am
And my soul's a sorry state
C G
So come on down, you're empty lovers.
Am C G
Worms come out of the woodwork
G
And the snakes start to sing.
Am
Do you feel the chill,
C G
Clawing at the back of your neck?
Am
I start to spill.
C G
Did you really think that you could fix me?
Am C G
They'll sell your bones for another roll.
Am
Well sharpen your teeth.
C G
Tell yourself that it's just business.
Am C G
Worms come out of the woodwork.
Am C G
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
Am C G
Rats come out of the holes they call home,
Am C
I fall apart.
G
And the snakes start to sing.
Am
Don't say I'm better off dead,
C G
'Cause heaven's full and hell won't have me.
Am C G
Won't you make some room in your bed?
Am
Oh, well you could lock me up in your heart,
C G
And throw away the key.
Am C G
Won't you take me out of my head?
G Am
I'm just a would've been, could've been,
C G
Should've been, never was and never ever will be.
Am
Well, sharpen your teeth.
C G
Tell yourself that it's just business.
Am
Would've been, could've been,
C G
Should've been, never was, and never ever will be.
Am C G
Worms come out of the woodwork,
G
And the snakes start to sing.
Am C G
Worms come out of the woodwork.
Am C G
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
Am C G
Rats come out of the holes they call home,
Am C
I fall apart.
G
And the snakes start to sing.
Am
If you can't soar with the eagles,
C G
Then don't fly with the flock.
Am C G
Are you still getting high?
Am
Did you catch your own reflection,
C G
In the knife my mother held?
Am C G
Or the hell in my father's eyes?
Am
If you can't soar with the eagles,
C G
Then don't fly with the flock.
Am C G
Are you still getting by?
Am
Was I your knight in shining armour?
C G
The apple of your eye?
Am C G
Or just a step to climb?
Am
If you can't soar with the eagles,
C G
Then don't fly with the flock.
Am C G
Are you still getting high?
Am
Did you catch your own reflection,
C G
In the knife my mother held?
Am C G
Or the hell in my father's eyes?
Am
If you can't soar with the eagles,
C G
Then don't fly with the flock.
Am C G
Are you still getting by?
Am
Was I your knight in shining armour?
C G
The apple of your eye?
Am C G
Or just a step, a fucking step to climb?