The Music Or The Misery taby ukulele według Fall Out Boy (Chwyty barytonu)

[Verse 1]
Gm                          F
I got my stitches stitched, I got my fixes fixed
Eb                 F
In my aching head, I got my kisses slit
Gm         Bb                          Eb      F
Our gossip lips stuttered every word I said, I said
Gm                       F                     Eb            F
I got your love letters, corrected the grammar and sent them back
     Gm              Bb                     Eb                F
It's true romance is dead, I shot it in the chest in the head

[Pre-Chorus]
                 Eb         F            Gm
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince
                       Eb
Because they've got me in a bad way
     F            Gm
I've never seen a heart I couldn't break
       Eb              F                  Gm    Eb Bb
It was never about the songs, it was competition
         Eb             F        Eb
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...

[Chorus]
Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
      Gm                  Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances
Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
      Gm                  Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances

Gm F Eb F (x2)
Gm 

[Verse 2]
Gm                    Gm
I'm casually obsessed and I've forgiven death
Gm                    Gm
I am indifferent, yet (I am a total wreck)
Gm           Gm         Gm           Gm
I'm every cliche, but I simply do it best

[Pre-Chorus]
                 Eb         F            Gm
And if you wanna go down in history then I'm your prince
                       Eb
Because they've got me in a bad way
     F            Gm
I've never seen a heart I couldn't break
       Eb              F                  Gm    Eb Bb
It was never about the songs, it was competition
         Eb             F        Eb
Make the biggest scene, make the biggest...

[Chorus]
Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
      Gm                  Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances
Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
      Gm                  Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances

Gm F Eb F (x4)

[Bridge]
  Gm              F          Eb        F
I went to sleep a poet and I woke up a fraud
   Gm                   F              Eb             F
To calm your nerves I'm feeling for my clothes in the dark

[Interlude]
Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
      Gm                  Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances

[Chorus]
Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
      Gm                  Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances
Bb                    F
Which came first, the music or the misery?
      Gm                  Eb
We're high-fashion, we're last chances

Gm F Eb