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? |