E A
E
Hurry up, hurry up, get moving
A B
Just to fall down again
E
I'm looking like a jerk, looking like a jerk
A B
And I'm feeling like a lunatic
E
Fuck it up, live it up, and give up
A B
Stay-at-home wonderlust
E
I'm gonna lollygag in a sleeping bag
A B
I'm as useless as a drum and a cripple ballerina
E A B A
Some days I'm reaching for the blade, I gotta let it go
E A B
Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go
C#m A
So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling
F#m B E B E B E
Madness, ballyhoo
E
Eh, eh
E
Listen up, listen I've been drinking
A B
Touched by the hand of luck
E
I'm waiting on the sun, waiting on the sun
A B
Like a star that's blowing up
E
it's a curse, it's at worst a blessing
A B
God and his only son
E
Oh, mama raised the bomb, chewing bubblegum
A B
With a head full of trouble as a lesser main offender
E A B A
Some days I'm reaching for the blade, I gotta let it go
E A B
Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go
C#m A
So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling
F#m B E B E B E
Madness, ballyhoo
E
B C#m C#m B
E
B C#m C#m B
A B
E A B A
Some days I'm reaching for the blade, I gotta let it go
E A B
Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go
E A B A
Some days I'm reaching for the blade, I gotta let it go
E A B
Sometimes I'm reaching for a knife, I gotta let it go
C#m A
So no hard feelings, climb the ceiling
F#m B E B E B E
Madness, ballyhoo
E
Eh, eh
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