Bm G Sorry for what's in the magazines.D F#m I know it wasn't fair of me butBm G D F#m Bm G I'm spitting ink onto the pages like blood through broken teeth.D F#m Bm G D F#m I can see the gallows all lit up in neon just waiting for me.G Em G A The limelight started burning. [Chorus]D G Bm They're all paying for bullets to shoot at my feet.G Em G Does that make you happy?D G Bm They're all paying for bullets to shoot at my feet.G Em G D G D G Does that make you happy? Does that make you happy?[Verse]Bm G D F#m Bm Truman will always be remembered for dropping the bomb.G D F#m I'll always be remembered for my fuck ups but I'mBm G Still living in Richie's basement.D F#m I'm still sitting at the coffee shop with Ken.Bm G We still talk about nothing.D F#m I still feel like the same person I've been. [Pre-Chorus]G F#m I knew a lot of talented kids who gotG F#m Lost in painkillers and turned into nothing.G F#m Sometimes I can still feel it pulling but IG F#m Just can't let that happen. [Chorus]D G Bm They're all paying for bullets to shoot at my feet.G Em G Does that make you happy?D G Bm They're all paying for bullets to shoot at my feet.G Em G D G D Does that make you happy? Does that make you happy? [Outro]G D G D G Does that make you happy?
An American Religion
The Wonder Years
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