AF#m
I'm not here to entertain you
D
I'm here to meet my friend the Russian
EA
The Irish, the German, the Columbian
F#m
I don't care how bad I fuck up
D
I care about how fucked up I get
E
I'm not your clown
A
I'm your dealer
F#m
And I'm holding three bindles of bullshit
D
And you're buyin' them 'cause you are addicted
EA
To the pure and totally uncut
BmE
I'm not here to amuse you
A
I'm here to abuse my body
GF#m
I'm here because old habits die hard
EBm
And seriously, what else am I supposed to do?
E
This isn't my job, my hobby, my habit
AAAA
It's sad, but this is my life
AF#
Welcome to our mission statement
D
Total self-debasement
EA
And not giving our all
Watch us Fall!
F#
It's not that we don't pull it
DEA
It's just that we only give about 60 or so percent
BE
Would you rather be fed bullshit
AF#
From some 20-something, makeup wearing, popstar
BE
"This one goes out to all our fans all over the world
AF#
Without you, we'd just be us.
B
So, I just wanna say thank you!
E
We fuckin' love you, Modesto!"
Fuck you!
AF#
And you're takin' it easy before the show
D
So you won't lose your voice
EA
And disappoint your fans routine
F#
And you don't care about the children
D
You don't even know them
EA
All you know is their money
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