Right To Be Misbegotten

A A F#m All my life, I felt wrong Bm A So it's my right to have it gone A F#m I woke up late the day I died Bm E It's my right, a thousand pounds of light A F#m Bm E A C#m F#m Bm Unrehearsed, undefined A C#m Bm F#m I got the microphone, but nothing comes to mind A A F#m Came across an old photograph Bm F#m But all it did was crush me A F#m There is no great plan, enjoy knowing that Bm E The world is flat, some will ? A C#m F#m Bm Unrehearsed, undefined A C#m Bm F#m I got the microphone, but nothing comes to mind Bm D Nothing comes to mind, yeah A G#m F#m It's my right to be misbegotten Bm D I fucked it up, but you have forgotten now A G#m And I don't know how F#m All the years, they blend together B In L.A, there is no weather B F# So maybe, maybe that's why B Maybe that's why F# Maybe that's why B Maybe that's why F# Maybe that's why B F#