Happy Meal

	  		

Intro: B D  B  D  B  D 

B                 G 
Polished trophy, Pretty whore, 
B                 G 
Leave the house, To feel adored. 

Em 
Evil eaves, 
G 
So soft and sweet, 
            B 
So why'd you let them, 
         G 
Pass you around like meat? 

B 
You're not even breast, 
G 
You're not even steak, 
B 
You're a happy meal, 
G                         Em 
Just lay there on a plate. 

         G                Em 
You're available at any hour, 
         G 
They just drive through, 
          B            G      F#   E 
Take your power, uh-uh-uh, power 

B            G 
You better watch out, 
              F# 
I think your meat, 
Is starting to turn sour. 

B                G 
Groupie they all lovingly, 
B                G 
Fear the things you could achieve. 
Em                G 
If you thought better of yourself, 
B 
But you prefer to fuck up, 
G 
Your mental health. 

D    Em   G   Bm 
You grew up hungry, 
D     Em      G 
Hunger pangs for company. 
D    Em   G    Bm 
You could've sucked dry all the seas, 
Em           D         A      G 
But nothing seemed to put you at ease. 

B                        G 
They say... you always sing in a minor key, 
B                        G 
Only about things that concern me. 
Em                G 
I'm happy day to day, 
B                         G         D 
But this hunger it never goes away. 

D    Em   G   Bm 
You grew up hungry, 
D     Em      G        D 
Hunger pangs for company. 
D              Em         G    Bm 
You could've sucked dry all the seas, 
Em          D          A         G 
But nothing seemed to put me at ease. 

       D         Em     G            Bm 
Like chocolate, sex, cigarettes and love, 
     D         Em       G 
No, none of these things seemed enough. 
      D        Em      G       Bm 
For girls like her, and guys like me, 
Em   D       A    G 
Depleted in com- company. 
Gm          Cm       Gm        Cm 
Depleted company, depleted company. 

   D       Em        G 
No I don't wanna be saved, 
         Bm          D 
I'm not asking for that, 
     Em           G 
I prefer to be brave, 
      Bm       D              Em 
And fill myself up with things, 
        G          
That I know will just, 
Bm               D  Em  G 
Fuck with my head. 
      D         Em    G 
With things that I know, 
Bm         D              G 
Will just fuck up my head. 

        D          Em       G 
Well at least I helped one girl, 
      Bm         D      Em 
Crawl out of strangers beds. 
G        D            Em      G 
And you, I doubt you ever bothered, 
Bm              D       Em       G 
To see what's going on in her head. 

           D         Em 
Well it's easy to judge, 
           G       Bm           D    G 
And it's easy to say what you said. 
         D     Em   G   Bm  D  Em  G G  D  Em  G  Bm  D  Em 
No it's easy, so easy to say, 
G               Bm 
Say what you said.