Cm                                       Gm

I might not be your saint but if youre looking for a freak, 

G7            Ab                              Gsus4                                  
To light an effigy outside your gate, well, I guess I could be weirdo of the week, 

Cm 
Is it such a sin to indulge 

    Gm 
My wicked ways wont flaunt your woes, 

Fm 
But if you feel that social friction 

G                                                   
its cos you put your faith in fiction 


|| Ab                      Bb 
So kick and scream all you want, 

Eb                         G 
And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah 

Ab              Bb                              || 
Well see whos laughing in the end


|| Cm                                              Gm 
If youre trying to break me down, then go ahead, Ive got some time I can waste,

 Bbm                                         Ab                                    G 
You haters go hating cos Ive got the patience and a song I can sing at your wake,

Cm 
Cos I wont let your dirty hands beat me, 


Fm 
Keep screaming punk Ill bet this chainsaw can cut through…

 G 
Woops! I guess i should have known better than ever letting anyone see my true face 
                                    || 

|| Ab                                   Bb 
So kick and scream all you want, 

Eb                          G 
And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah 

Ab             Bb                 Eb      G 
Well see whos laughing in the end 

Ab                   Bb 
Light up the funeral pyres, 

            Eb        Eb/D               Cm   Bb 
But you know what you get when you play with fire 

|| Ab           Bb        Bdim       || 
Well see whos laughing in the end


||Cm                Cm/B                     Cm/Bb      Cm/B 
I cant hold on your fingers are gripping me too tight, 

            Cm            Cm/B               Cm/Bb    Cm/B 
I might be wrong, I think that Im losing the fight

            Cm      Cm/B                     Cm/Bb       Cm/B 
I cant hold on your fingers are gripping me too tight, 

           Cm        Cm/A                Abdim 
I might be wrong, so why does it feel so right?

Bdim      ||

|| Ab                      Bb 
So kick and scream all you want, 

Eb                         G 
And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah 

Ab              Bb              Cm      Eb7 
Well see whos laughing in the end 

Ab                   Bb 
Light up the funeral pyres, 

        Eb            Eb/D              Cm   Bb 
But you know what you get when you play with fire 

 Ab             Bb              Eb    G 
Well see whos laughing in the end 

Fm              G               Cm  ||