| Em | G | D |
| No one knows what it’s | like, to be the | bad man |
| Cadd9 | Asus2 |
| To be the | sad man, behin | d blue eyes |
| Em | G | D |
| No one knows what it’s | like to be | hated |
| Cadd9 | Asus2 |
| To be | fated, to telling on | ly lies |
| C | D | G | C/G | G |
| But my | dre | ams, they aren’t as | empty | | |
| C | D | E | Asus2 | E |
| As my | conscience | seems to | be | | |
| Bm | C |
| I have | hours, only l | onely |
| D | Asus2 |
| My love is | vengeance that’s never | free |
| Em | G | D |
| No one knows what it’s | like to feel these | feelings |
| Cadd9 | Asus2 |
| Like I | do, and I blame | you |
| Em | G | D |
| No one bites back as | hard on their | anger |
| Cadd9 | Asus2 |
| None of my | pain and woe, can show | through |
| C | D | G | C/G | G |
| But my | dre | ams, they aren’t as | empty | | |
| C | D | E | Asus2 | E |
| As my | conscience | seems to | be | | |
| Bm | C |
| I have | hours, only l | onely |
| D | Asus2 |
| My love is | vengeance that’s never | free |
| E | Bm | A | E | Bm | A |
| E | Bm | A | E |
| When my fist | clenches | crack it open | |
| Bm | G | D |
| Before I | use it and | lose my | cool |
| Bm | A | D |
| When I s | mile t | ell me some b | ad news |
| Bm | A | E | Bm | A |
| Before I la | ugh and a | ct like a f | ool | | |
| E | Bm | A | E |
| And if I sw | allow any | thing ev | il |
| Bm | G | D |
| Stick your fi | nger do | wn my th | roat |
| Bm | A | D |
| And if I sh | iver please gi | ve me a bla | nket |
| Bm | A | E |
| Keep me w | arm let me we | ar your c | oat |
| E | Bm | A | E | Bm | A |
| B | A | G | D |
| B | A | G | D |
| B | A | G | D |
| B |
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| Em | G | D |
| No one knows what it’s | like, to be the | bad man |
| Cadd9 | Asus2 |
| To be the | sad man, behin | d blue eyes |
