Mansplainer

         B    D    G         
All your life,          holding 
               B    D    G*
scared people back.
         B    D    G             
All your life,          defending
    B      D    G*
 your attack.

        D                 G       
I can't feel my face now, anyway, 
    D                  G
And all my drinks will soon betray
     D                G           
That I am all checked out of this 
D     G
fight.
    D                G            
And teaching lessons never 
  D                G
learned, Authority you've never 
earned,
D                G        F#
Must be nice to always be right.

         B    D    G             
All your life,        holding 
           B    D    G*
scared people back.
         B    D    G             
All your lies,        defending 
    B      D    G*
your attack.

   D               G           
If we can skip the third degree, 
       D                G
I'll surrender to you happily,
    D          G           D     G
I'm ready to repeat the charade.
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     D             G             
I'll drool into my loving-cup, A 
D               G
master-class in shutting-up,
      D             G             
Let's wallow in the mess that 
  D    G
we've made.

         B    D    G             
All your lies,        holding 
           B      D    G*
scared people back.
         B    D    G             
All your life,          defending
    B    D    G*
 your attack.
    B                   D         
You can't wipe off your happy 
         G
face, You're proud to be a sad 
disgrace,
B                   D         G
One more arm that's fit to be tied.

         B    D    G             
All your life.          All your 
B    D    G*
life…!

  F#                 G           
A litany of recycled bones.    A 
F#                     G
symphony of sticks and stones.
     D             G             
I'll drool into my loving-cup, A 
D               G
master-class in fucking-up,
D              G           G    
(Hold for 2 measures)
Wallow in this mess of our own.


         B    D    G             
All your life.          All your 
B    D    G*
life!
         B    D    G             
All your life.          All your 
B    D    G
life…!
    B                   D         
You can't wipe off your happy 
         G
face, You're proud to be a sad 
disgrace,
B                   D         G
One more arm that's fit to be tied.

         B    D    G             
All your life.          All your 
B    D    G
life…!
         B    D    G             
All your life…          All your 
B    D    G
life…
         B    D    G             
All your life…          All your 
B    D    G
life…

        D                 D       
I can't feel my face now, anyway, 
    D                  D
And all my drinks will soon betray,
     D                 D           
That I am long checked out of this 
D
fight.