Cm
I might not be a saint 
              G
But if you're looking for a freak,
            Ab
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,
Ab
 But if you feel that social friction
G                       
 It's cause you put your faith in fiction


Ab                          Bb
 So kick and scream all you want,
G                G                 Ab
 And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah
                Bb              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,
    Ab
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, xxxx 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


Ab                          Bb
 So kick and scream all you want,
G                G                 Ab
 And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah
                Bb              Cm G
We'll see who's laughing in the e-nd
Ab                   G
Light up the funeral pyre,
          Cm?                        Bb
Cause you know what you get when you play with fire
Ab              G               Cm
We'll see who's laughing in the end


             Cm                           G      Ab
I can't hold on your fingers are gripping me too tight, 
            Cm                     G          Ab                                             
It won't be long, I think that I'm losing the fight
             Cm                           G      Ab
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        Ab      Cm G Ab
I might be wrong, so why does it feels so right?


Ab                          Bb
 So kick and scream all you want,
G                G                 Ab
 And burn down my favourite haunts, yeah
                Bb              Cm G
We'll see who's laughing in the e-nd
Ab                   G
Light up the funeral pyre,
          Cm?                        Bb
Cause you know what you get when you play with fire
Ab              G               Cm
We'll see who's laughing in the end
(We'll see, oh oh oh)
      G         Ab       G      Cm
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