Am
I've lost the plot again
C                                 G
Tell your friends to sharpen their teeth
Am                                              C G
There's a few quid to be made...

Am
And my soul's a sorry state
C                                          G
So come on down, you're empty lovers.
Am                                                    C G
Worms come out of the woodwork
G
And the snakes start to sing.

Am
Do you feel the chill,
C                             G
Clawing at the back of your neck?
Am
I start to spill.
C                                                   G
Did you really think that you could fix me?
Am                              C          G
They'll sell your bones for another roll.
Am
Well sharpen your teeth.
C                                      G
Tell yourself that it's just business.

Am                                                       C  G
Worms come out of the woodwork.
Am                                                       C  G
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
Am                                                       C  G
Rats come out of the holes they call home,
Am                         C
I fall apart.
             G
And the snakes start to sing.

Am
Don't say I'm better off dead,
C                                                G
'Cause heaven's full and hell won't have me.
Am                                                                       C  G
Won't you make some room in your bed?
Am
Oh, well you could lock me up in your heart,
C                                       G
And throw away the key.
Am                                 C                         G
Won't you take me out of my head?

 G                 Am
I'm just a would've been, could've been,
                                 C                           G
Should've been, never was and never ever will be.
Am
Well, sharpen your teeth.
C                                  G
Tell yourself that it's just business.
Am
Would've been, could've been,
                                C                              G
Should've been, never was, and never ever will be.
Am                                                           C  G
Worms come out of the woodwork,
G
And the snakes start to sing.

Am                                                       C  G
Worms come out of the woodwork.
Am                                                       C  G
Leeches crawl from out of the dirt
Am                                                       C  G
Rats come out of the holes they call home,
Am                         C
I fall apart.
             G
And the snakes start to sing.


Am
If you can't soar with the eagles,
C                                          G
Then don't fly with the flock.
Am                                          C     G
Are you still getting high?
Am
Did you catch your own reflection,
C                                           G
In the knife my mother held?
Am                                                 C    G
Or the hell in my father's eyes?

Am
If you can't soar with the eagles,
C                                          G
Then don't fly with the flock.
Am                                    C  G
Are you still getting by?
Am
Was I your knight in shining armour?
C                                G
The apple of your eye?
Am                                  C G
Or just a step to climb?

Am
If you can't soar with the eagles,
C                                          G
Then don't fly with the flock.
Am                                          C G
Are you still getting high?
Am
Did you catch your own reflection,
C                                           G
In the knife my mother held?
Am                                                 C G
Or the hell in my father's eyes?

Am
If you can't soar with the eagles,
C                                          G
Then don't fly with the flock.
Am                                    C  G
Are you still getting by?
Am
Was I your knight in shining armour?
C                                G
The apple of your eye?
Am                                          C              G
Or just a step, a fucking step to climb?