Originally in E, I play in C
Am | G | F |
You, with y | our words like knives and | swords |
F | |
And weapons that you | use against me |
Am | G | F |
You, have k | nocked me off my | feet again |
“Feelin’ like a nothin’” on 3 3 3 2 1 5 of the chord
F | |
Got me | feelin’ like a nothin’ |
Am | G | F |
You, with your v | oice like nails on a c | halk board |
F | |
Callin’ me | out when I’m wounded |
Am | G | F |
You, p | ickin’ on the weaker man |
G | C | F | G |
Well you can take me down | with just one | single | blow |
Hang on the first “you”, vox on 6 7 3 2 on “you dont know-ow”
F | |
But | you don’t know, what you don’t know |
C | G | Am | F |
Someday | I’ll be | livin’ in a big ol | ’ city |
C | G | F | |
And | all you’re | ever gonna be is | mean |
C | G | Am | F |
Someday | I’ll be | big enough so you can’t | hit me |
C | G | F | |
And | all you’re | ever gonna be is | mean |
Hang on “why”
F | C |
Why you gotta be so | mean? |
A# | C |
→ |
Am | G |
You, with your | switching sides and |
F | F | |
Your | wildfire lies and your | humiliation |
Am | G | F |
You, have p | ointed out my fla | ws again |
Hard stop on “don’t”
F | |
As if I | don’t already see them |
Am | G |
I walk with m | y head down |
F | |
Tryin’ to | block you out |
F | |
‘Cause I | never impress you |
Am | G | F |
I just wa | nna feel ok | ay again |
G |
I bet you got pushed around |
C | F | G |
Somebody | made you c | old |
G |
But the cycle ends right now ‘cause |
F |
You can’t lead me down that road |
Hard stop on the second “you”
F | |
And | you don’t know what you don’t know |
C | G | Am | F |
Someday | I’ll be | livin’ in a big ol’ | city |
C | G | F | |
And | all you’re | ever gonna be is | mean |
C | G | Am | F |
Someday | I’ll be | big enough so you can’t | hit me |
C | G | F | |
And | all you’re | ever gonna be is | mean |
No hanging stop this time
C | |
Why you gotta be so | mean? |
A# | C |
→ |
Short solo on just the IV
F |
G | |
And I can se | e you years from now in a bar |
C | F | G |
Talkin’ over a | football | game |
G |
With that same big loud opinion |
C | F | G | |
But | nobody’s | listen | ing |
G |
Washed up and ranting about the |
Hang each chord
Am | G | F |
Same old | bitter | things |
G | Am | G | F |
Drunk and rumblin’ all about how | I | can’t | sing |
C | G | Am | |
But all you are is | mean |
F | C | G | Am |
All you are is | mean, and a | liar, and | pathetic |
F | C | G | Am | F | |
And | alone in life and | mean, and | mean, and | mean, and | mean |
Muted chords only
C | G | Am | F | |
But | someday | I’ll be | livin’ in a big ol | ’ city |
C | G | F | |
And | all you’re | ever gonna be is | mean, yeah |
Band back in
C | G | Am | F |
Someday | I’ll be | big enough so you can’t | hit me |
C | G | F | |
And | all you’re | ever gonna be is | mean |
C | |
Why you gotta be so | mean? |
C | G | Am | F |
Someday | I’ll be | livin’ in a big ol | ’ city |
(Why you gotta be so mean?)
C | G | F | |
And | all you’re | ever gonna be is | mean |
(Why you gotta be so mean?)
C | G | Am | F |
Someday | I’ll be | big enough so you can’t | hit me |
(Why you gotta be so mean?)
Hang each chord
C | G | F | |
And | all you’re | ever gonna be is | mean |
C | |
Why you gotta be so | mean? |