Bullet Hollywood Undead
Artist: Hollywood Undead
Song: Bullet
Album: American Tragedy
Tabbed by: Max Marra
Email: maxkx924@gmail.com
CAPO ON 3!!!
Chorus
M[C]y legs are dangling off the e[G]dge,
The bottom of the bottle is my only f[Am]riend,
I think I'll slit my wrists ag[F]ain and I'm go[G]ne, go[F]ne, go[C]ne, go[G]ne.
[C]My legs are dangling off the e[G]dge,
A stomach full of pills didn't work ag[Am]ain,
I'll put a bullet in my he[F]ad and I'm go[G]ne, go[F]ne, g[C]one, g[G]one.
Verse 1
[C]Gone too far and yeah I'm gone ag[G]ain,
It's gone o[Am]n too long, tell you ho[F]w it ends,
I'm sit[C]ting on the edge with my [G]2 best friends,
Ones a bo[Am]ttle of pills, ones a bot[F]tle of gin,
I'm 2[C]0 stories up, yeah I'm u[G]p at the top,
I'll pol[Am]ish off this bottle, now it's pu[F]shing me off,
As[C]phalt to me has never looked so [G]soft,
I bet my m[Am]omma found my letter, now shes ca[F]lling the cops,
I gotta ta[C]ke this opportunity before I m[G]iss it,
'Cause n[Am]ow I hear the sirens and they're o[F]ff in the distance,
Bel[C]ieve me when I tell you that I[G]'ve been persistent,
'Cause I'm m[Am]ore scarred, more scarred than my w[F]rist is,
I[C]'ve been trying too long, with too du[G]ll of a knife,
But ton[Am]ight I made sure that I shar[F]pened it twice,
I n[C]ever bought a suit befo[G]re in my life,
But when y[Am]ou go to meet God, you know you wa[F]nna look nice.
Chorus
So if [C]I survive, then I'[G]ll see you tomo[F]rrow, yeah I'll see you[G] tomorrow.
[C]My legs are dangling off the [G]edge,
The bottom of the bottle is my only f[Am]riend,
I think I'll slit my wrists ag[F]ain and I'm go[G]ne, go[F]ne, go[C]ne, go[G]ne.
[C]My legs are dangling off the e[G]dge,
A stomach full of pills didn't work ag[Am]ain,
I'll put a bullet in my he[F]ad and I'm go[G]ne, go[F]ne, g[C]one, g[G]one.
Verse 2
We h[C]it the sky, there g[G]oes the light, no mor[Am]e sun, why's it a[F]lways night?
When y[C]ou can't sleep, well, y[G]ou can't dream,
When yo[Am]u can't dream, well, w[F]hat's life mean?
We f[C]eel a little pity, but d[G]on't empathize
The ol[Am]d are getting older, watch a [F]young man die,
A Mo[C]ther and a Son and som[G]eone you know, sm[Am]ile at each other and realize you
[F]don't,
You don[C]'t know what happened to that k[G]id you raised,
What ha[Am]ppened to the Father, who sw[F]ore he'd stay?
I di[C]dn't know 'cause you di[G]dn't say,
Now Mo[Am]mma feels guilt, yeah Mo[F]mma feels pain,
When yo[C]u were young, you never thou[G]ght you'd die,
Foun[Am]d that you could but too s[F]cared to try,
You lo[C]oked in the mirror and you sa[G]id goodbye,
Cl[Am]imb to the roof to see if y[F]ou could fly.
Chorus
So if [C]I survive, then I'[G]ll see you tomo[F]rrow, yeah I'll see you[G] tomorrow.
[C]My legs are dangling off the [G]edge,
The bottom of the bottle is my only f[Am]riend,
I think I'll slit my wrists ag[F]ain and I'm go[G]ne, go[F]ne, go[C]ne, go[G]ne.
[C]My legs are dangling off the e[G]dge,
A stomach full of pills didn't work ag[Am]ain,
I'll put a bullet in my he[F]ad and I'm go[G]ne, go[F]ne, g[C]one, g[G]one.
Verse 3
I wi[C]sh that I could f[G]ly, way up in the s[Am]ky,
Like a bird so hi[F]gh,
[G]Oh I might just t[C]ry,
I w[C]ish that I could f[G]ly, way up in the s[Am]ky,
Like a bird so hi[F]gh,
O[G]h I might just t[C]ry,
O[G]h I might just tr[C]y.
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