Tom: F
Introdução:
F#m
Girl of sixteen whole life ahead of her,
Slashed her wrists, bored with life.
Bm C# F#m
For small mercies.
F#m
Fighting back the tears, mother reads the note again,
Sixteen candles burn in her mind.
Bm F#m
She goes down on her knees and prays.
(chorus)
D A/C#
I don't want to start any blasphemous rumours, but i
Bm7 D
Think that god's got a sick sense of humour, and
E4 D
When i die, i expect to find him laughing.
(end chorus)