Wake up, you little man
I've got some news for you
You're all bruised and confused
And you're losing your grip on the world

It's too late to repair
But don't you despair
When you're pressed with your back to the wall
Cuz you'll never hit bottom when nothing is breaking your fall

Shameless
You're so broken and aimless
Shameless
On, what a beautiful mess

    When you're up to your knees in quicksand, you kick and you scream
    When your house is on fire, you reach for the gasoline
    When you can't fix the hell that you've made for yourself
    You might as well kick off your shoes
    You'll be here for awhile so you better get used to the view

Cut off your hands
They'll never do you good
There's a blank in the sky and a plank in your eye
And you'll never see

Try as I may to believe what you say
There's no truth in the mouth of a liar
You can say what you want,
But you're preaching to somebody's choir

[Chorus, Solo, Chorus]

Tuning: F-F-C-F-Am-C, capo 3, with the bottom string an octave below the second.

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