Rotten Apples

D F#m Bm F#m Em Em G G7 D F#m Bm F#m Em Em G G7 D F#m Bm F#m Took a long trip to try to get it right Em G They heard them crickets, singing in the streets and the D F#m Bm F#m Em G slow parade, of the whole thing coming down, city lights where fireflys from hill on the edge of town D F#m Bm F#m I know you had to change it and at the time I didn't blame you Em G I just sort of took it personal D F#m Bm F#m I think you like the taste of sugar coated rotten apples Em G G7 think I look funny with that hat on D G People say the strangest things in the name of self defense F#m G I need your blood in my arms so I cut off all my limbs Em Em And right as I was changing, I realzied I did A A7 "shut your mouth you stupid boy you just don't understand" D F#m Bm F#m Em Em G G7 D F#m Bm F#m Em G So I went looking for surrender, looking for pretenders, waiting all the time D F#m Bm F#m Em G Had so much love and i didnt know what to do so i wasted it, on petty crime D F#m Bm If you wanna change then you gotta grow F#m Em G If you wanna change then you gotta, wait for it D F#m Bm If you gotta change then you gotta grow F#m Em G If you gotta change then you gotta do it my way D G People say the strangest things in the name of self defense F#m G I need your blood in my arms so I cut off all my limbs Em Em And right as I was changing, I realzied I did A A7 "shut your mouth you stupid boy you just don't understand" n/a I understand perfectly D F#m Bm A D F#m Bm A D F#m Bm A D F#m Bm A