Dm F Dm A Dm A

[Verse 1]
Dm
Talking to myself again
F
About how i'll never win
Bb
I look into the mirror,
           A         
And that's how my day begins
         F                                  A
I wonder when did all this black fill up my mind
Dm
Well I don't shower I'm a slob
F
I've gone years without a job
      Bb                                    A
And I can't seem to keep my hands out of my pants and off my knob
F                                                   A
Cause the perversions in my head are of the sickest kind

[Chorus]
Bb              C           F          A
Late at night I justify the way that I am
Bb                C
I try to pray but it's too late
F                      Dm  A
Cause she don't give a daaaaamn
Bb                     C                F       Dm A
If I could change just one small thing about my face
Bb               C
I'd simply just erase


Dm
Because I've got problems
Dm
I've got problems
Dm
I've got problems
          A         Dm
I do some fucked up shit
Dm
I've got problems
Dm
I've got problems
Dm
I've got problems
             A        Dm 
Cause I'm a fucked up twit

(Bum Bum Bum Bum to the rhythm and chords of the chorus)

[Verse 2]
Dm
I don't wanna kill myself
F
And don't need no fucking drugs
Bb                                      A
I just revel in the sickness that comes from this holy love
            F                      A
Why's it so hard for me to be like you

Dm
I'm just an animal
F
Baby aren't we all
Bb                     A
I'm full of shit and I live with it til' the day I fall
           F
There's no turning back
                      A
So give the devil his due

[Chorus]
Bb              C           F          A
Late at night I justify the way that I am
Bb                C
I try to pray but it's too late
F                      Dm  A
Cause she don't give a daaaaamn
Bb                     C                F       Dm A
If I could change just one small thing about my face
Bb               C
I'd simply just erase

Dm
Because I've got problems
Dm
I've got problems
Dm
I've got problems
          A         Dm
I do some fucked up shit

Dm
I've got problems
Dm
I've got problems
Dm
I've got problems
              A         Dm
Because I'm a fucked up twit

Dm
I've got problems
Dm
I've got problems
Dm
I've got problems
               A
I bet that you do too

Dm
I've got problems
Dm
I've got problems
Dm
I've got problems
                   A
There's nothing we can do

(Bum Bum Bum Bum to the rhythm and chords of the chorus)

[Verse 3]
     A                    Dm
I've forgotten right from wrong
        F
I don't have no protest song
Bb
I'm just another schmuck
         A
Doing my worst to get along
         F                  B
With the man who looks like me
                A      Bb
And sings these songs

A
And the lust inside my heart
F
I spew it through my art
  Bb
I can't control my many ticks
       A
And my life’s falling apart
    F                    B           A
And why can't myself and I just get along

[Outro]
Dm              C           F          A
Late at night I justify the way that I am
Dm               C
I try to pray but it's too late
         F             Dm   A
Cause she don't give a daaaaamn
   Bb                  C                F       A
If I could change just one small thing about my face
       Dm        C
It's simply to erase