Bow Ties On Dead Guys

	  		


Cm 
I might not be a saint  
              G 
But if you're looking for a freak, 
            G# 
To light an effigy outside your gates,  
     G                                 Cm 
Well, I guess I could be weirdo of the week, 
              
Is it such a sin to indulge? 
  G 
My wicked ways won't flaunt your woes, 
G# 
 But if you feel that social friction 
G                        
 It's cause you put your faith in fiction 

G#                          A# 
 So kick and scream all you want, 
G                G                 G# 
 And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah 
                A#              Cm 
We'll see who's laughing in the end 

                                          G 
If you're trying to break me down then go ahead, 
                                
I've got some time I can waste, 
    G# 
You haters go hating cause I've got the patience  
      G 
And a song I can sing at your wake, 


                 Cm 
I won't let your dirty hands beat me, 
"Get off of me, fuck you!" 
G 
Keep screaming punk I'll bet this chainsaw can cut through 
G                                    
Whoops! I guess I should have known better  
                     G 
Than ever letting anyone see my true face, yeah 


G#                          A# 
 So kick and scream all you want, 
G                G                 G# 
 And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah 
                A#              Cm G 
We'll see who's laughing in the e-nd 
G#                   G 
Light up the funeral pyre, 
          Cm?                        A# 
Cause you know what you get when you play with fire 
G#              G               Cm 
We'll see who's laughing in the end 

             Cm                           G      G# 
I can't hold on your fingers are gripping me too tight,  
            Cm                     G          G#                                              
It won't be long, I think that I'm losing the fight 
             Cm                           G      G# 
I can't hold on your fingers are gripping me too tight, 
(No coming back from the dead, we're just ghosts in the end) 
           Cm                    G        G#      Cm G G# 
I might be wrong, so why does it feels so right? 

G#                          A# 
 So kick and scream all you want, 
G                G                 G# 
 And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah 
                A#              Cm G 
We'll see who's laughing in the e-nd 
G#                   G 
Light up the funeral pyre, 
          Cm?                        A# 
Cause you know what you get when you play with fire 
G#              G               Cm 
We'll see who's laughing in the end 
(We'll see, oh oh oh) 
      G         G#       G      Cm 
We'll see who's laughing in the end