Tom: Bm
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?
