| Fm7 | Cm7 | Bb | G7 |
Fm7A sad story, might find it boringCm7Lost his mum to a drug named heroinBb Father's gone, so grandma's left with everythingG7Two grandkids and a daughter's coffinFm7 I never really knew him when he was growing upCm7 But I assumed that it was a little fuckedBb G7No parents for him to look up to Just a brother whom I knew was a dodgy fuck
Fm7 Cm7 Shit, I used to think he was a day Bb G7Tried too hard to fit And never grew out of it
Fm7Now he don't talk too much, talk too much Cm7He's probably given up, given up BbI think he's had enough, had enough G7'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck Fm7Now he don't talk too much, talk too much Cm7He's probably given up, given up BbI think he's had enough, had enough G7'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Fm7 Never left his home town, that's what probably did itCm7Never saw the other world, so he didn't want to go and get itBb Occupied by fitting in where minds are smallG7Where small things make the small kings feel so tallFm7Will he ever change? Well, apparently Cm7He reapplied for college and was waiting for his gradesBb G7Would it help his case? Oh, I couldn't ever say
Fm7Now he don't talk too much, talk too much Cm7He's probably given up, given up BbI think he's had enough, had enough G7'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck Fm7Now he don't talk too much, talk too much Cm7He's probably given up, given up BbI think he's had enough, had enough G7'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
| Fm7 | Cm7 | Bb | G7 |
Fm7But wait, my light's out, a night out Cm7Brother's in town, sending doubt, a few fights nowBbKicked out clubs, shit, the sun's up G7One look's all it took for his girl to cuss at anotherFm7 Cm7Dudes being dudes, they blow out their chest to impress These breasts that'd just started this mess BbThey must protect the damsel in distress G7So, other girl's man decides to clench his fist Fm7And then he threw and missed Brother's hit, Cm7as did his, dropped him quickBb G7Then one kick to the head Oh shit, other man is dead
Fm7Now he don't talk too much, talk too much Cm7He's probably given up, given up BbI think he's had enough, had enough G7'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck Fm7Now he don't talk too much, talk too much Cm7He's probably given up, given up BbI think he's had enough, had enough G7'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
Fm7 Cm7 And now he's locked away 21 years of ageBb How many lives must go to waste? | G7 Ab Bb |Far as graves until I see some fucking changeFm7 Cm7 And I don't even know why Bb G7We continue to fight one another now (oh no, no, no)
Fm7Now he don't talk too much, talk too much Cm7He's probably given up, given up BbI think he's had enough, had enough G7'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck Fm7Now he don't talk too much, talk too much Cm7He's probably given up, given up BbI think he's had enough, had enough G7'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
| Fm7 | Cm7 | Bb | G7 |
Fm7Now he don't talk too much, talk too much Cm7He's probably given up, given up BbI think he's had enough, had enough G7'Cause he ran out of luck, out of luck
