Filthy Luck

C#m B A (4x) E B A I’m a slave to always fucking up. E B A It’s not okay, but maybe it’s enough. E B A Kids like us are weird, and more, we’re brave. E B A We tie our tongues and turn them into rage. C#m B A And the night’s still young C#m B A And we’re dumb enough to fall. C#m B A (2x) E B A Carve your name soft across my lungs. E B A I want to breathe you until I’m numb. E B A We’re not loved, well, hardly, anyway, E B A with filthy luck in such a filthy haze. C#m B A And the night’s still young C#m B A And we’re dumb enough to fall. C#m B A (4x) A B A B A B A B Turn the amps up to nine. I don’t want it too loud. A B A B A B A B I gave you taste and a spine, now I hope you drown. A A B A B Is there a lie in the lights or the shine of this town? A This guitar wants to die.