_ _ So how did you end up in rehab.
Tell me a little bit about it and you'll talk to me.
Oh really.
Um, I'm in here_.
it was a little bit of a misunderstanding.
G I'm not an addict.
I
N just came here looking for some friends.
_ _ .
_ _ _ Oh boy, what do I have here _ _ .
_ _ _ _ _ _
D _ _ .
_ _
Gm _ _ _ _
Bb _ _ .
_ _
A _ _ _ _
Dm _ _ .
_ _ _ _
Gm _ _
Bb _ _ .
_ _
A _ _ _
D Well I'm not a vampire but I
G feel like one.
Sometimes
Bb I sleep all day because I
A hate the sun.
_
Dm My hands are always shaking, body's almost
G shaking.
And it's darkest when I feed.
Bb Well I can lure any woman that I want to
A in my bed.
With
Bb me and
C whiskey seems to be my
D only water.
E _
F _
Bb Mothers
C better lock your
A doors and
Bb hide your
C D daughters.
Oh, it's insane.
Gm Well I can feel it
G in my
Bb bones, coursing through my veins.
A When could I become so cold.
Dm For
D goodness
Gm sakes.
Worry for
G self
Bb-control.
Home is where my heart is.
A My heart has lost
D control.
_ _
Gm _ _ _ _
Bb _ _ .
_ _
A _ _ _
D Well I'm not a zombie but I
G feel like one.
_
Bb Today's almond milk, pomegranate
A toast, chemical joy.
D My head is always spinning from the
Dm stizzy burp.
And
G fishing in my stomach is hard enough.
Bb I feel like a lady that is working with her
A baby.
Cause I'm always throwing up.
Bb C My high name is Ronnie,
D I'm an addict.
E _
F Bb Daddy
C should have never
Gbm raised me on
Bb black.
C Oh,
D _ .
it's
Gm insane.
Well I can feel it
G in my
Bb bones, coursing through my veins.
A When could I become so
Dm cold.
For goodness
D _
Gm sakes.
Worry for
G self-control.
Bb Home is where my _
A heart has lost
Dm control.
_ _
A _ _ _
F _ _
Dm _ .
_ _
A _ _
Em _ _
Dm _ _ .
_ _
A _ _ _
G _
F _ _ .
Db _
A God _ _ _
G _ _ .
bless
Bb all of you, babe.
_
D _ .
Dm Cause I'm going
C straight to hell.
_
G _ .
And I'm taking
Bb you down with me.
D _ _ .
Dm Cause you
A know that word.
Db _
Bb _ _ .
_ _
D _ _ _ _ Oh, it's insane.
G Well I can
Bb feel it in my bones,
E coursing through my veins.
A When could I become
C so cold _ .
D _ _ Oh, it's insane.
Gm Well I can feel it in
G my
Bb bones, coursing through my veins.
A When could I become so
Dm cold.
For
D goodness
Gm sakes.
Worry for
G self-control.
Bb Home is where my heart has
A lost _ _ _ .
Bb control.
_ _
Dm _ _ _ _ .
Bb _ _ _
A I _ _ _ .
Dm _ _
Ab _ _ _ _
Eb guess it may be the hair thing or what I'm not sure.
But you know, we kinda click.
We are cut from the same
Db paisley cloth, my
Gb friend.
He's a rocker.
N _ .
_ Ronnie and I are pretty good friends.
You know, we were cellies back in prison.
I think Ronnie's kind of an ahole.
He's a party animal.
You've had a good time, you know that.
_ _ And you know something.
God, when all the little babies come down
Ab the ramp.
He stamps the ones that are his precious little special babies.
And Ronnie's got the cleft.
As soon as I saw that, that was it.
N _