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King For A Day

Tom: F

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   F                                                                         C 
Dare me to jump off of this Jersey bridge
                                                                                         G 
I bet you never had a Friday night like this
                                                         D 
Keep it up keep it up lets take a look up in the sky
                     F 
and I see Red for the cancer, red for the wealthy,
 C                                                                                   G 
Red for the drink that's mixed with suicide.
                         D 
Everything red.
   Am                                                               F 
Please, won't you push me for the last time,
                                                     C 
Lets scream until there's nothing left
                       G                                                           Am 
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore.
                                                                   F 
The thought of you is no fucking fun.
                                       C                                     G 
You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough's enough,
                   Am 
We're done.
 Am 
You told me, "think about it"
                   F                                                                 C 
Well I did, now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
                                                                                       Am 
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want,
                                                                         Am 
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.

 F                                         C 
The thing I think I love
                                             G 
Will surely bring me pain
                                             D 
Intoxication, paranoia, and a lot of fame
 F                                                     C 
Three cheers for throwing up
                                         G 
Pubescent drama queen
                                                       D                                             Am       F     C     G 
You make me sick I make it worse by drinking late.
   Am                                                               F 
Please, won't you push me for the last time,
                                                     C 
Lets scream until there's nothing left
                       G                                                   Am 
So sick of playing, I don't want this anymore.
                                                                   F 
The thought of you is no fucking fun.
                                       C                                     G 
You want a martyr, I'll be one because enough's enough,
                   Am 
We're done.
 Am                                                                       F 
You told me, "think about it", well I did
                                                                     G 
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
                                                                                       Am 
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
                                                                         Am 
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
                                                               C 
Imagine living like a king someday.
                                                                             G 
A single night without a ghost in the walls.
                                                                               Am 
And if the bass shakes the earth underground.
                                                           Am 
We'll start a new revolution NOW
 Am                 F 
Hail Mary, forgive me
 C                           G 
Blood for blood, hearts beating
 Am                 C                       G 
Come at me, now this is war!
 Am                                                                       F 
You told me, "think about it", well I did
                                                                     G 
Now I don't wanna feel a thing anymore
                                                                                       Am 
I'm tired of begging for the things that I want
                                                                         Am 
I'm over sleeping like a dog on the floor.
                                                               C 
Imagine living like a king someday.
                                                                             G 
A single night without a ghost in the walls.
                                                           Am 
We are the shadows screaming take us now
 Am 
We'd rather die than live to rust on the ground.