Am C G F
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Am C G
No more gas in the rig
F
Can't even get it started
Am C G
Nothing heard, nothing said
F
Can't even speak about it
Am C G
All my life on my head
F
Don't want to think about it
Am C G
Feels like I'm going insane
F
Ye-ah
Am C G
It's a thief in the night
F
To come and grab you
Am C G
It can creep up inside you
F
And consume you
Am C G
A disease of the mind
F
It can control you
Am C G F
It's too close for comfort
Am C G F
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Am C G F
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Am C G F
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
Bum bum be-dum bum bum be-dum bum
