Mother Superior Coheed and Cambria
[Dm] [F] [C] [A#]
[Dm]Here, sleep at the [F]bottom of hell
[C]Your time has come to pick the [A#]road
You'll walk in this t[Dm]ale
Turned and as a c[F]oward you've learned
Through [C]sickness and health, there's only [A#]one
Now go and bite your t[Dm]ongue
You'll just say the worst of me
With a [F]hope they'll understand
[C]No, they know you're just a [A#]boy
So grow up and be a [Dm]man
Little baby, [F]kicking, you scream and whine
[C]Victims pay the price ev[A#]entually
Dm....Dm E/D
The curse that sees your life
A# A# C Dm.....
You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid
Young [Dm]bro[E/D]ther, you've got [A#]nothing to prove[A#] [C]
Your [A#]answer is in there, just [C]stare down the barrel
Your sin[F]cerest apologies, wont [Dm]write you out of this one
Ton[A#]ight, you'll find the r[C]ight
In the [F]pull of the trigger now [Dm]bite
Oh young [A#]fools, don't [C]cry...anym[Dm]ore [F] [C] [A#]
[Dm] [F] [C] [A#]
A [Dm]fear sleeps inside your [F]stomach...it swells
A [C]torn boy alone in need of [A#]fix
And the pinch that cures the [Dm]itch
For too long, this little [F]baby has cried on
For [C]tomorrow, we'll sing the words and [A#]song
Of a time where glad is long gone
[Dm]You'll just say the worst of me
With a [F]hope they'll understand
[C]No, they know you're just a boy
So grow up and be that [Dm]man
Little baby, [F]kicking, you scream and whine
[C]Victims pay the price ev[A#]entually
Dm....Dm E/D
The curse that sees your life
A# A# C Dm....
You've got nothing to prove, stay afraid
Young [Dm]bro[E/D]ther, you've got [A#]nothing to prove[A#] [C]
Your [A#]answer is in there, just [C]stare down the barrel
Your sin[F]cerest apologies, wont [Dm]write you out of this one
Ton[A#]ight, you'll find the r[C]ight
In the [F]pull of the trigger now [Dm]bite
Oh young [A#]fools, don't [C]cry...
[F]Mother superior, [Dm]come catch the rabbit he [Am]runs, my how've you [C]been?
You [F]frightened of leaving this [Dm]truly gone fishing amal[Am]gam
Go fetch your [C]gun
Your [A#]answer is in there, just [C]stare down the barrel
Your sin[F]cerest apologies, wont [Dm]write you out of this one
[A#]Tonight, you'll find the r[C]ight
In the [F]pull of the trigger now [Dm]bite
Oh young [A#]fools, don't [C]cry...
Not any[A#]more...
Don't [C]cry boy, not any[A#]more
Don't [C]cry boy, not any[A#]more
Don't [C]cry boy...
When your [F]sick to the stomach, just [F/C]pull out the knife, oh [A#]no
Don't [C]cry boy, not any[A#]more
Don't [C]cry boy, not any[A#]more
Don't [C]cry boy, not any[A#]more
When your [F]sick to the stomach, just [F/C]pull out the knife, on [A#]no
Ahhhs=x6
Ahhh - ah - a[C]h - ahhhhh [A#]
Outro
[F] [F/C]
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