[Intro ]
| B      | Asus2   | E      | F#sus4  | B      | 



  B 
A bastard from the start, but a charming one at that 
Asus2 
 Bad reputation, but I really ain't that bad 
E             F#sus4          B 
 It's alright, I can't feel a thing 
  B 
A beauty from the city, dolled up in a dress of gold 
Asus2 
 I like them high heels, but she won't wear them no more 
E             F#sus4          B 
 It's alright, I can't feel a thing 



      B                                                B 
She's nothing short of perfect as she's falling to the ground 
B                                            B 
Nothing short of Armageddon's gonna slow her down 
Asus2                                            Asus2 
Nothing short of dying's gonna bring me any peace 
    E                             F#sus4         B 
But I ain't really worried, cause I can't feel a thing 



| B      | Asus2   | E      | F#sus4  | B      | 


 
B 
Got so much to tell her, but the words seem to get lost 
Asus2 
 The bottle's empty and I can't complete the call 
E             F#sus4          B 
 It's alright, I can't feel a thing 
B 
She ain't on the phone, and she ain't on her way 
Asus2 
 And all the messages keep going up in flames 
E             F#sus4          B 
 It's alright, I can't feel a thing 



     B                                             B 
It's nothing short of Vegas and a bar that's never closed 
B                                          B 
Nothing short of lying down and waking up alone 
    Asus2                                            Asus2 
And nothing short of dying's gonna bring me any peace 
      E                            F#sus4         B 
Well, I ain't really worried cause I can't feel a thing 



| B      | Asus2   | E      | F#sus4  | B      | 



E  F#7   G#m    F#7 
    It's alright 
           E      F#7 
Well, it's alright 
  G#m               F#7 
A little less pain, every time I fall 
     E      F#7 
It's alright 
     G#m    F#7 
It's alright 
          E                 F#7                   G#m    F#7 
Until you get so tired, you can't feel nothing at all 
           B 
Nothing at all 



    B 
She asked me if I loved her, and I showed her the tattoo 
Asus2 
 Wasn't no answer, but for then it had to do 
E             F#sus4          B 
 It's alright, I can't feel a thing 
  B 
I listened to a band in a bar outside downtown 
Asus2 
 There ain't enough girls wearing high heels in this crowd 
E             F#sus4          B 
 It's alright, I can't feel a thing 



      B                                                B 
She's nothing short of perfect as she's falling to the ground 
B                                            B 
Nothing short of Armageddon's gonna slow her down 
Asus2                                            Asus2 
Nothing short of dying's gonna bring me any peace 
             E                             F#sus4         B 
Ah hell, but I ain't really worried, cause I can't feel a thing 


                E    F#7   G#m 
I can't feel anything 
F#7                E    F#7   G#m    F#7 
Oh I can't feel anything 
               B 
I can't feel a thing