A F C G So sorry son, you're worrying your mother A F G E No explanation's gonna make it seem all right A F C G Young boy listen to your father A F A G It's more than just your life, it's more than suicide F G A G How does it feel when you're looking down the barrel of a loaded gun? A F C G Tell me how it feels -- did you see your life flash right before your eyes A F G E Stop playing games and get yourself up off the floor A F C G Young boy we're gonna send you to the lions A F A G The men all dressed in white when you become undone F G A G How does it feel, well I might have brought you up but you are not my son A F A F A F G E ** Tell me how it feels (** this part is some kind of solo which I'm too lazy to tab but just play these chords) F E (low) A G So many times I tried to bring you up you brought me down F E A G I won't consider you again F E A G F Stop looking at me like you care I worked my fingers to the bone E A G I'm not your father or your friend F G Well you might have lived here once but this is not your home A (same part as before) Tell me how it feels (another verse which I forget) F G C B How does it feel ... how does it feel? F G A G How does it feel when you're looking down the barrel of a loaded gun Note: This is not perfect, OK sue me. E Hulka
