Tom: C
C
I am a sad sack
Am
You can fit me in your backpack
F G C F C
Stuffed way down in the bottom where everything is pitch black
C
I am lunch sack
Am
Just apple cores and fruit snacks
F G C F C
With way too many problems for you to have to unpack
[Pre-Chorus]
F G C F C
I am literally way beyond the need for help
F G C F C
And I'm way too fucking anxious to help myself
F G C G Am
I can be your monster or just an end to a means
F G Am
I can be a better tool than a friend or fiend
[Chorus]
F G
So when your boss has finally gone too far
C G Am
There's no easier way to retire
F G C
So just pick up the phone and call a murder person for hire
[Verse 2]
C
You're playing blackjack
Am
With a deck that is all black
F G C F C
Only kings and queens up your sleeve with a very handy card stack
C
I can bring a rucksack
Am
Fill it with guns and wear a face mask
F G C F C
And with a bulletproof vest, I'll wait 'til its time to get some payback
[Pre-Chorus]
F G C F C
I am literally way beyond the need for help
F G C F C
And I'm way too fucking anxious to help myself
F G C G Am
I can be your monster or just an end to a means
F G Am
I can be a better tool than a friend or fiend
[Chorus]
F G
So when your dad has finally gone too far
C G Am
There's no easier way to retire
C G Am
There's no better queer to admire
F G
So just pick up the phone
F G
Just pick up the phone
F G C F C G C
Just pick up the phone and call a murder person for hire
