Tom: G
Introdução:
G B
Well, I hate my writing
B C G
It's all the same
G B
But it trips like posture
B C G
My head just hangs
G B
And I hate myself, man
C G
But who's to blame?
G B
I guess I'm just see-through
C
Window panes
Am
Because if it's our way
G
To take on the world
E
It would be something
G
To take on the world
E
It would be something
G
To take on the world
E
It would be something
G
To take on the world
E
It would be something
GE E
Something
GE E
Something
G B
I still hate my music
B C G
It's all the same
G B
But it trips like posture
B C G
My head just hangs
G B
And I hate myself, man
B C G
But who's to blame?
G B
I guess I'm just fucked up
B C
Or too insane
Am
Because if it's our way
G
To take on the world
E
It would be something
G
To take on the world
E
It would be something
G
To take on the world
E
It would be something
G
To take on the world
E
It would be something
GE E
Something
GE E
Something