An American Religion

The Wonder Years

  • A
  • Bm
  • D
  • Em
  • F#m
  • G
Tom:
Bm G Sorry for what's in the magazines.
D F#m I know it wasn't fair of me but
Bm 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'm
Bm 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 got
G F#m Lost in painkillers and turned into nothing.
G F#m Sometimes I can still feel it pulling but I
G 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?
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