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
