Thirty Whacks taby ukulele według Dresden Dolls

Am                      F                          C
   Thirty licks with a belt; same old tricks on myself.
                   Dm
And I wonder: Does everyone else live this way?
Am                  F                      C
   A succession of tests, a triumphant success,
                       Dm
Each time I'm still intact, at the end of the day.


Am   F   C   Dm

Am                     F                        C
   Thirty drops in a glass, keep my temper and pass
                          Dm
With my breath held. You bastards, you've lucked out again!
Am                     F
   It's not really so bad. There's still mom, there's still
 C                   Dm
Damage to do before they wrest the axe from my hands.

Am                   F                    C
   It's no mystery: you should obviously go,
   Dm
Before I break everything.
Am                         F                       C
   You're always telling me that you're dying to know;
           Dm
But you're not really listening.

 F                   Am                    E
How do I manage to station myself in harm's way,
                         F
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering
 Am                    E
That I have no way to pay? And no strength to argue.
    F                    Am                    E
My personal demons can scheme with professional care...

Oh, god, they're after me!
F                         Am
If I could shut them out just for a second,
 E
I swear:

I could stop this catastrophe.


Am   F   C   Dm


Am                   F
   Thirty day guarantee,
                          C
But they can't have meant me.
                  Dm
After all, I was born to a child-proof world.
Am                        F
   No sharp corners, or glass,
                    C
Small objects, or plastic bags.
                   Dm
Please, these are death to a delicate girl.

Am                    F                     C
   It's no mystery - you should obviously know
      Dm
That I'll destroy everything.
Am                       F                       C
   So don't go telling me that you're dying to know
              Dm
'Cause you'll get what you're asking for.

 F                      Am                    E
And I still manage to station myself in harm's way,
                         F
And only get hit with a ticket for loitering,
  Am                    E
Stating I came the wrong day.
 F                        Am                        E
Now all the demons are screaming, their wages aren't fair.

I've left a secret kept.
F                        Am                    E
If I could shut them up just for a second, I swear:

It'll look like an accident.


Am   F   C   Dm
                    I could be decent yet!

Am   F   C   Dm
                    Be magnificent!

Am   F   C   Dm
                    I could be president...