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Straight Jacket

Theory Of A Deadman

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Bm  [Verse 1] Bm                            A I wear a 36 long, white is my color                       G A little tight in the shoulder         F# But you know, it still fit me good          Bm                   A I wear a 36 long, white is my color                       G A little tight in the shoulder          F# But you know, it still fit me good Bm Anyone can see we're a perfect match     A An innocent boy and a psychopath    G                                              F# A week's worth of dating and you talk about moving in  (I talk about moving too fast)    Bm My mom disapproved and my friends would say    A To break the girl's heart but I'm too afraid     G Her clickbait body was a tractor beam           F# She was a Tesla Model S with the ludicrous speed     Bm The sex was good but we'd always fight            A I'd try to leave your sorry ass but end up spending the night      G Your sweetness, my weakness, you're mean though ingenious F# Nothing can come between us (Ahh, have you seen us?)  [Pre-Chorus]      G I've lost it, you're toxic, I botched this, I'm nauseous E Man, I gotta be  [Chorus] F#             Bm               A Out of my mind, be going crazy                                 G 'Cause it doesn't faze me                                E Yeah, the way you treat me so bad   F#       G    A   Bm I must be out of my brain               A Hallucinating                      G No it doesn't faze me                               E Yeah, the way you treat me so bad   F#      G      A   Bm I must be out of my mind  [Verse 2]  Free at last, I'm free at last     A                                         G Something I'll never say is "I'm free at last"                                                   F# She ain't around so I can vent and get it off my chest  (So here we go, three, two, one)             Bm And you're supercali-pessimistic-expiali-narcissistic A                                                           G You and Mary Poppins, you will soon be going out of business  God as my witness, you got a Honda Civic               F# 'Cause you're backseat driving my life  [Pre-Chorus] G                          E I just wanna sleep my life away I must be  [Chorus] F#             Bm               A Out of my mind, be going crazy                                 G 'Cause it doesn't faze me                                E Yeah, the way you treat me so bad   F#       G    A   Bm I must be out of my brain               A Hallucinating                      G No it doesn't faze me                               E Yeah, the way you treat me so bad F#   G    A    E    F#   G    A    Bm Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad  [Verse 3] I'm freaking out, I'm panic attacking            A                                           G Yeah, I've mentally had it, now my living room's padded  I'm a sadist, I'm addicted to this heroin F#                                                Bm You're Tonya Harding and I'm your Nancy Kerrigan  Like Lloyd Braun, I just wanted serenity         A                                                G But you had to go testing me, gave me suicide tendencies  Your little games, your little, little games     F# You trick me into staying, your playing is getting lame      Bm From touching your sweet things to tracking your calls         A Go from smacking your ass to punching holes in the walls         G Go from sending me fire nudes to eyeing up other dudes       F# From picking our favorite song to playlisting breakup tunes Bm Started so high, now I can hardly breathe         A Go from weak in the knees to be too weak I can't leave     G You called it, it's all my fault, this I know           F# Guess I'm better off dead inside than being alone  [Pre-Chorus] G                         E I just wanna sleep my life away F#    Oh!  [Chorus]                Bm               A Out of my mind, be going crazy                                 G 'Cause it doesn't faze me                                E5 Yeah, the way you treat me so bad   F#       G    A  Bm I must be out of my brain               A Hallucinating                      G No it doesn't faze me                               E Yeah, the way you treat me so bad   F#       G    A  Bm I must be out of my mind  [Outro] A       G           E   Yeah...  yeah... oh   F#      G     A  Bm I must be out of my mind  You're supercali-pessimistic-expiali-narcissistic A You and Mary Poppins, you will soon be going out of business G       E   Yeah...  Oh... E    F#   G    A    E    F#   G    A    Bm Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad!

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