B    D    G                        B    D    G*
All your life,          holding scared people back.
         B    D    G                 B      D    G*
All your life,          defending your attack.

        D                 G           D                  G
I can't feel my face now, anyway, And all my drinks will soon betray
     D                G           D     G
That I am all checked out of this fight.
    D                G              D                G
And teaching lessons never learned, Authority you've never earned,
D                G        F#
Must be nice to always be right.

         B    D    G                        B    D    G*
All your life,        holding scared people back.
         B    D    G                 B      D    G*
All your lies,        defending your attack.

   D               G                  D                G
If we can skip the third degree, I'll surrender to you happily,
    D          G           D     G
I'm ready to repeat the charade.
     D             G             D               G
I'll drool into my loving-cup, A master-class in shutting-up,
      D             G               D    G
Let's wallow in the mess that we've made.

         B    D    G                        B      D    G*
All your lies,        holding scared people back.
         B    D    G                 B    D    G*
All your life,          defending your attack.
    B                   D                  G
You can't wipe off your happy face, You're proud to be a sad disgrace,
B                   D         G
One more arm that's fit to be tied.

         B    D    G             B    D    G*
All your life.          All your life…!

  F#                 G           F#                     G
A litany of recycled bones.    A symphony of sticks and stones.
     D             G             D               G
I'll drool into my loving-cup, A master-class in fucking-up,
D              G           G    (Hold for 2 measures)
Wallow in this mess of our own.


         B    D    G             B    D    G*
All your life.          All your life!
         B    D    G             B    D    G
All your life.          All your life…!
    B                   D                  G
You can't wipe off your happy face, You're proud to be a sad disgrace,
B                   D         G
One more arm that's fit to be tied.

         B    D    G             B    D    G
All your life.          All your life…!
         B    D    G             B    D    G
All your life…          All your life…
         B    D    G             B    D    G
All your life…          All your life…

        D                 D           D                  D
I can't feel my face now, anyway, And all my drinks will soon betray,
     D                 D           D
That I am long checked out of this fight.