Tono: F
Am
F
C
Thirty licks with a belt; same old tricks on myself.
Dm
And I wonder: Does everyone else live this way?
Am
F
C
A succession of tests, a triumphant success,
Dm
Each time I'm still intact, at the end of the day.
Am
F
C
Dm
Am
F
C
Thirty drops in a glass, keep my temper and pass
Dm
With my breath held. You bastards, you've lucked out again!
Am
F
It's not really so bad. There's still mom, there's still
C
Dm
Damage to do before they wrest the axe from my hands.
Am
F
C
It's no mystery: you should obviously go,
Dm
Before I break everything.
Am
F
C
You're always telling me that you're dying to know;
Dm
But you're not really listening.
F
Am
E
How do I manage to station myself in harm's way,
F
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering
Am
E
That I have no way to pay? And no strength to argue.
F
Am
E
My personal demons can scheme with professional care...
Oh, god, they're after me!
F
Am
If I could shut them out just for a second,
I could stop this catastrophe.
Am
F
C
Dm
Am
F
Thirty day guarantee,
C
But they can't have meant me.
Dm
After all, I was born to a child-proof world.
Am
F
No sharp corners, or glass,
C
Small objects, or plastic bags.
Dm
Please, these are death to a delicate girl.
Am
F
C
It's no mystery - you should obviously know
Dm
That I'll destroy everything.
Am
F
C
So don't go telling me that you're dying to know
Dm
'Cause you?ll get what you're asking for.
F
Am
E
And I still manage to station myself in harm's way,
F
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering,
Am
E
Stating I came the wrong day.
F
Am
E
Now all the demons are screaming, their wages aren't fair.
I've left a secret kept.
Am
F
C
Dm
I could be decent yet!
Am
F
C
Dm
Be magnificent!
Am
F
C
Dm
I could be president...