Fantastic Bastards

B A We’re never good enough. B A G Except when you’ve had too much To drink, to think, to care. B A These broken bones go nice B A G With that light you hate to see me in. Cause it sings, “I’m a mess" when we touch. Don’t touch me. B A G Take care of everyone B A G Except for those that cared for you. But it’s fine, they don’t mind, cause they know you’re a fork. G A D G B I hate every thing I do D G Cause I learned it from you. D A I’m your bastard. G A G B But I’m not anything like you. D A No, I’m fantastic… D A But I’m still not worth your time. B A I’m so sick of covering up B A G These blacks and blues and cuts. Cause they’re mine, to define, but they don’t, because I'm more than your worst. B A I’ve finally had enough. B A G And I’m finally all grown up. So this time, your all mine, you look scared, cause you know I’m a fork. G A D G B I hate every thing I do D G Cause I learned it from you. D A I’m your bastard. G A G B But I’m not anything like you. D A No, I’m fantastic… D A But I’m still not worth your time.