B F# B F# I guess by now you're feeling sorry for me Well that's the way this story's meant to be Take a look around, you won't see much that's right Your kid might be in the Boy Scouts, but he's kicking queers at night Chorus: D G Tell me a single thing life teaches you Tell me a single death that reaches you You deny you've got a soul to preach to Try and save him, I beseech you B G I've done all I can, he never cut his hair B Am G I washed my hands of the whole affair D Cm A# Twenty years in jail seems a little harsh D Cm A# Fsus4 F But I bow to the law and the chosen path G#maj7 Gsus4/C G/D Is it me, for a moment Cm Cm/A# G#maj7 The stars are falling D# Cm7 G#maj9 D# Cm7 G#maj9 The heat is rising, the past is calling I guess by now you're feeling sorry for him Well that's OK, 'cause they put him in the bin Take a look around, take a walk out in the park You can still see all the old ladies scared stiff of the dark Tell me Fmaj7 Cmaj7 D Some nights I still sleep on the beach Fmaj7 Cmaj7 D Remember when stars were in reach | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsAm A# C Cm Cmaj7 Cmaj Cm7 D D# F Fm F# Fmaj7 Fmaj Fsus4 G G#m G#maj7 Gsus4 B |