Sick On Seventh Street

| F#m | F#m | F#m | F#m | | D | C#7 | D | C#7 | F#m F#m What's it like to have the world on a string, Bm Bm knowing you can change it but you don't do a thing? F#m C#7 When it's down to the last hour, down to the last power, F#m F#m C#7 D C#7 you know how to sit back and collect your own win. F#m F#m Bm Bm Who are you when no one sees? F#m C#7 It's awfully convenient that the devil's in your details F#m F#m are the dirty little reasons in me. F#m Bm Well, I'm feeling sick in the head, D C#7 I want to dance with all your friends. F#m Bm Come plant a kiss on my lips D C#7 F#m in the back of the bar in New York City. I'm feeling ... F#m F#m Sick little boys with their sick little games, Bm Bm sick little feelings in my sick little brain. F#m F#m If it looks good, feels good, there's probably a catch, F#m F#m C#7 D C#7 you're wood and I'm phosphate, hey, we make a good match. F#m Bm Sick in the head, D C#7 I want to dance with all your friends. F#m Bm Come plant a kiss on my lips D C#7 in the back of the bar in New York City. I'm feeling ... F#m Bm Sick of that shit, D C#7 I don't want to fall asleep like this. F#m Bm Come plant a kiss on my lips D C#7 in the back of the bar in New York City I'm feeling sick. | F#m | F#m | F#m | F#m | | D | C#7 | D | C#7 | F#m F#m Bm Bm Who are you when no one sees? F#m C#7 It's awfully convenient that the devil's in your details F#m F#m are the dirty little reasons in me. End-Chorus F#m Bm Well, I'm feeling sick in the head, D C#7 I want to dance with all your friends. F#m Bm Come plant a kiss on my lips D C#7 in the back of the bar in New York City. I'm feeling ... F#m Bm Sick of that shit, D C#7 I don't want to fall asleep like this. F#m Bm Come plant a kiss on my lips D C#7 F#m in the back of the bar in New York City I'm feeling sick.