Tom: B
Introdução:
B D G B D
All your life, holding scared people back.
B D G B D
All your life, defending your attack.
D G D G
I can't feel my face now, anyway, And all my drinks will soon betray
D G D G
That I am all checked out of this fight.
D G D G
And teaching lessons never learned, Authority you've never earned,
D G F#
Must be nice to always be right.
B D G B D
All your life, holding scared people back.
B D G B D
All your lies, defending your attack.
D G D G
If we can skip the third degree, I'll surrender to you happily,
D G D G
I'm ready to repeat the charade.
D G D G
I'll drool into my loving-cup, A master-class in shutting-up,
D G D G
Let's wallow in the mess that we've made.
B D G B D
All your lies, holding scared people back.
B D G B D
All your life, defending your attack.
B D G
You can't wipe off your happy face, You're proud to be a sad disgrace,
B D G
One more arm that's fit to be tied.
B D G B D
All your life. All your lifeâ...!
F# G F# G
A litany of recycled bones. A symphony of sticks and stones.
D G D G
I'll drool into my loving-cup, A master-class in fucking-up,
D G
Wallow in this mess of our own.
B D G B D
All your life. All your life!
B D G B D G
All your life. All your lifeâ...!
B D G
You can't wipe off your happy face, You're proud to be a sad disgrace,
B D G
One more arm that's fit to be tied.
B D G B D G
All your life. All your lifeâ...!
B D G B D G
All your lifeâ... All your lifeâ...
B D G B D G
All your lifeâ... All your lifeâ...
D
I can't feel my face now, anyway, And all my drinks will soon betray,
D
That I am long checked out of this fight.