Dm              C                  G                Dm
 About time for anyone telling you I throw all your deeds
Dm            C                  G                 Dm
 No sign, the roar and thunder, stopped in cold to read
Dm              C
 I get mine and make no excuses
G                 Dm
Waste of precious breath (No time)
Dm                 C
 The sun shines on everyone
        G                Dm
anyone, love yourself to death


                  Dm                Am
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
                G                        Dm
You'll never be loved till you make your own
               Dm                Am
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
                      G                     Dm
You'll never know the top 'till you get too low
Dm
 Oh son of a
Dm
 Stepfather
Dm
 Oh son of a
G
I'm so sorry
Dm
 Oh son of a
Dm
 Stepfather
Dm
 Oh son of a
G
I'm so sorry


Dm          C
No lies and no deceiving
G               Dm
Men is what you lose
Dm             C
 I keep trying to conceive
     G              Dm
That death is from above (No time)
Dm              C
 I get mine and make no excuses
G                 Dm
Waste of precious breath (No time)
Dm                 C
 The sun shines on everyone
        G                Dm
anyone, love yourself to death


                  Dm                Am
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
                G                        Dm
You'll never be loved till you make your own
               Dm                Am
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
                      G                     Dm
You'll never know the top 'till you get too low
Dm
 Oh son of a
Dm
 Stepfather
Dm
 Oh son of a
G
I'm so sorry
Dm
 Oh son of a
Dm
 Stepfather
Dm
 Oh son of a
G
I'm so sorry


Bb                          C
 Life isn't always what you think it'd be
Bb                                     C
 Turn your head for one second and the tables turn
Bb                         C
 And I know, I know that I did you wrong
Bb                                      C                     Bb
 Will you trust me when I say that I'll make it up to you somehow
    C
Somehow


                  Dm                Am
So you gotta fire up, you gotta let go
                G                        Dm
You'll never be loved till you make your own
               Dm                Am
You gotta face up, you gotta get yours
                      G                     Dm
You'll never know the top 'till you get too low
Dm
 Oh son of a
Dm
 Stepfather
Dm
 Oh son of a
G
I'm so sorry
Dm
 Oh son of a
Dm
 Stepfather
Dm
 Oh son of a
G