Am                      F                          C 
   Thirty licks with a belt; same old tricks on myself. 
                   Dm 
And I wonder: Does everyone else live this way? 
Am                  F                      C 
   A succession of tests, a triumphant success, 
                       Dm 
Each time I'm still intact, at the end of the day. 


Am   F   C   Dm 

Am                     F                        C 
   Thirty drops in a glass, keep my temper and pass 
                          Dm 
With my breath held. You bastards, you've lucked out again! 
Am                     F 
   It's not really so bad. There's still mom, there's still 
 C                   Dm 
Damage to do before they wrest the axe from my hands. 

Am                   F                    C 
   It's no mystery: you should obviously go, 
   Dm 
Before I break everything. 
Am                         F                       C 
   You're always telling me that you're dying to know; 
           Dm 
But you're not really listening. 

 F                   Am                    E 
How do I manage to station myself in harm's way, 
                         F 
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering 
 Am                    E 
That I have no way to pay? And no strength to argue. 
    F                    Am                    E 
My personal demons can scheme with professional care... 

Oh, god, they're after me! 
F                         Am 
If I could shut them out just for a second, 
 E 
I swear: 

I could stop this catastrophe. 


Am   F   C   Dm 


Am                   F 
   Thirty day guarantee, 
                          C 
But they can't have meant me. 
                  Dm 
After all, I was born to a child-proof world. 
Am                        F 
   No sharp corners, or glass, 
                    C 
Small objects, or plastic bags. 
                   Dm 
Please, these are death to a delicate girl. 

Am                    F                     C 
   It's no mystery - you should obviously know 
      Dm 
That I'll destroy everything. 
Am                       F                       C 
   So don't go telling me that you're dying to know 
              Dm 
'Cause you?ll get what you're asking for. 

 F                      Am                    E 
And I still manage to station myself in harm's way, 
                         F 
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering, 
  Am                    E 
Stating I came the wrong day. 
 F                        Am                        E 
Now all the demons are screaming, their wages aren't fair. 

I've left a secret kept. 
F                        Am                    E 
If I could shut them up just for a second, I swear: 

It'll look like an accident. 


Am   F   C   Dm 
                    I could be decent yet! 

Am   F   C   Dm 
                    Be magnificent! 

Am   F   C   Dm 
                    I could be president...