Verse:
Gbm
Slackjaw xxxxx with a jigsaw at her throat
                      Db
A nice attempt at the bourgeois, tell ‘em
Gbm
Some born sick with a rich doll’s attitude
Bm        Db               Gbm
A trite contempt as if you know, tell ‘em
Gbm
Panic xxx and a static wreck
                              Db
I’m sticking out my neck, I got gallow talent
Gbm
Tragic sense of entitlement,
       Bm       Db           Gbm
with a dead-end Cul-de-sac of shallow merit

Pre-chorus:
Bm                         Gbm
Who’s got your back with a knife? I might
Bm                             Gbm
Who’s the one who wrecked your life this time?
Gbm
Well I’m willing to try

Chorus:
Gbm     Db
I might snap in a minute and
Gbm     Bm                 Db
I might snap your neck and end it early
Gbm     Db
I might cut my wrists and
Bm      Db     Gbm
I might clap my hands
Gbm     Db
I might snap in a minute and
Gbm     Bm                 Db
I might snap your neck and end it early
Gbm     Db
I might cut my wrists and
Bm      Db     Gbm
I might clap my hands

Verse:
Gbm
Hacksaw swings at a big-shot animal
                         Db
A white contempt for the truths I tell ‘em
Gbm
I might wink at a nudge and will it well
Bm                 Db      Gbm
And wonder who the lie was meant for tell ‘em!
Gbm
Spike this drink with anthrax enema
                     Db
Politeness wins over honest terror
Gbm
Slice at link for an impact maximum!
Bm       Db            Gbm
Buy your bread from an honest seller

Pre-chorus:
Bm                   Gbm
Fighting to win over punching bags
Bm                           Gbm
Garbage cans who watch their waste-lines can’t
Gbm
Go nowhere fast

Chorus:
Gbm     Db
I might snap in a minute and
Gbm     Bm                 Db
I might snap your neck and end it early
Gbm     Db
I might cut my wrists and
Bm      Db     Gbm
I might clap my hands
Gbm     Db
I might snap in a minute and
Gbm     Bm                 Db
I might snap your neck and end it early
Gbm     Db
I might cut my wrists and
Bm      Db     Gbm
I might clap my hands

Verse:
Gbm
Blacktop wings: That’s a concrete answer to
                      Db
Your weightlessness, Icarus says tell ‘em
Gbm
That one thinks is an unsweet treat
Bm             Db                Gbm
I think you’re hopeless but we disagree I tell ‘em
Gbm
Shattered specs while you hit the deck
                              Db
You better protect where your eyeballs well up
Gbm
Blue blood, black bile, lips to lick
    Bm            Db             Gbm
I’m bringing down heaven just to bring your hell up

Pre-chorus:
Bm                         Gbm
Kites that fly more in the frozen rain:
Bm                                 Gbm
Might they find the holes in their broken wings
Gbm                 Gbm
While worship sings war ships sinks

Chorus:
Gbm     Db
I might snap in a minute and
Gbm     Bm                 Db
I might snap your neck and end it early
Gbm     Db
I might cut my wrists and
Bm      Db     Gbm
I might clap my hands
Gbm     Db
I might snap in a minute and
Gbm     Bm                 Db
I might snap your neck and end it early
Gbm     Db
I might cut my wrists and
Bm      Db     Gbm
I might clap my hands
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