American Beauty/american Psycho taby ukulele według Fall Out Boy (Chwyty barytonu)

D                       Em 
 She's an American beauty, I'm an American psycho
                   A 
 She's an American beauty, I'm an American, I'm an American
               D            Em 
 American Psycho (Whoa whoa whoa)
A 
 I'm an American, I'm an American

 I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho
 

D                  Em 
 I think I fell in love again
D                           Em 
 Maybe I just took too much cough medicine
A 
 And I'm the best worst thing that hasn't happened to you yet
                       A 
 The best worst thing (whoa)


              D                          Em 
 You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out
              D                          Em 
 You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out
A 
 And you can kill me, kill me or let God sort 'em out
                                  A7 
 And you can kill me, kill me or (whoa)
 

                   D                       Em 
 She's an American beauty, I'm an American psycho
                   A 
 She's an American beauty, I'm an American, I'm an American
               D            Em 
 American Psycho (Whoa whoa whoa)
A 
 I'm an American, I'm an American
                                D            Em 
 I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho (Whoa whoa whoa)
A 
 I'm an American, I'm an American
                                D 
 I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho 

D                       Em 
 I wish I dreamt in the shape of your mouth 
D                             Em 
 But it's your thread count I really care about
A 
 Stay up 'til the lights go out, stay up, stay up


              D                          Em 
 You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out
              D                          Em 
 You take the full, full truth, then you pour some out
A 
 And as we're drifting off to sleep all those dirty thoughts of me
                                            A7 
 They were never yours to keep, keep (whoa)
 

G 
 Alter boys, altered boys

 We're the things that love destroys
 D                A 
 (I'm an American, I'm an American)
G 
 You, me, us, them

 We're just resurrection men
 D                A 
 (I'm an American, I'm an American)
G 
 Us, we were only meant

 To make you live again
 D                A 
 (I'm an American, I'm an American)
G 
 Us, we were pity sex,

 Nothing more and nothing less
 D 
 (I'm an American)


                   D                       Em 
 She's an American beauty, I'm an American psycho
                   A 
 She's an American beauty, I'm an American, I'm an American
               D            Em 
 American Psycho (Whoa whoa whoa)
A 
 I'm an American, I'm an American
                                D            Em 
 I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho (Whoa whoa whoa)
A 
 I'm an American, I'm an American
                                D 
 I'm, I'm, I'm an American psycho