Bm   G
Sorry for what's in the magazines.
   D              F#m
I know it wasn't fair of me but
Bm             G           D           F#m                  Bm  G
I'm spitting ink onto the pages like blood through broken teeth.
D     F#m       Bm              G       D       F#m
I can see the gallows all lit up in neon just waiting for me.
G       Em                G      A
  The limelight started burning.

[Chorus]
D                       G                      Bm
They're all paying for bullets to shoot at my feet.
     G              Em      G
Does that make you happy?
D                         G                     Bm
They're all paying for bullets to shoot at my feet.
      G              Em          G              D    G     D G
Does that make you happy? Does that make you happy?

[Verse]
Bm            G         D               F#m        Bm
Truman will always be remembered for dropping the bomb.
      G          D                 F#m
I'll always be remembered for my fuck ups but I'm
Bm                G
Still living in Richie's basement.
D                          F#m
I'm still sitting at the coffee shop with Ken.
Bm                    G
We still talk about nothing.
         D                    F#m
I still feel like the same person I've been.

[Pre-Chorus]
G                               F#m
I knew a lot of talented kids who got
G                                       F#m
Lost in painkillers and turned into nothing.
G                                     F#m
Sometimes I can still feel it pulling but I
G                            F#m
Just can't let that happen.

[Chorus]
D                       G                      Bm
They're all paying for bullets to shoot at my feet.
     G              Em      G
Does that make you happy?
D                         G                     Bm
They're all paying for bullets to shoot at my feet.
      G              Em          G              D    G D
Does that make you happy? Does that make you happy?

[Outro]
       G             D    G D    G
Does that make you happy?