Am C Dm You prayed to have your name scattered on F Am the lips of the young C Dm F Now you claim that it's you on the tips Am of their tongue C Dm And if you're proud of what you had to F kill to get your thrill Am C Well, I bet it stings to give up Dm F E7 everything and realize that they don't want you Chorus: Am C It's a lonely road where the forgotten go Dm Am Where your misery finds its company Am C It's a long way down to the sacred ground Dm E7 Am Where the reaper's playing for keeps C Dm F Am Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh C Dm F Am Whoa-oh, whoa-oh, whoa-oh-oh-oh-oh The hollow sound is ringing where your heart used to be Have you found that your admiration will never set you free? Get your lies prepared, you're next in line for judgement day, now Aren't you praying, aren't you begging that you're anyone else? Chorus Whoa, whoa, whoa-oh-oh-ow - x4 Am C Well I bet you're sorry now Dm F Well you did this to yourself Am C Well I bet you're sorry now Dm E7 Well aren't you sorry now Chorus - x2 | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm C Dm E7 F |