Sorry Bro(Chords)

	        

Intro: C G Am Em F G C G  


C         G         Am              Em 
15 songs, 15 shows, 15 pigs sucking at your tit. 
F                   C          F                   G 
How does it feel to live here? How does it feel to leave here? 
C         G         Am      Em              F 
15 notes, 15 notes, 15 dogs chewin' on your throat. 
                    G         F           G           
How does it feel to come home? I wish you had a home. 
    Am         G         F        G           Am 
And you've got nothing I want but something I need. 
               F                 G         
You've got the elegance and the ability to breathe. 
C               G 
Traffic report: 15 dead. 
Am                      Em                                F 
A head on collision, at least that's what I thought I had read. 
F                 G             F 
We're the kids in America, whoa oh. 
F                 G         
We're the kids in America 
C               G                  Am                 Em                   
15 days, you're back on track with fifteen ounces cut out of your  
        F 
fucking back. 
F                   G 
How does it feel to be you? 
F        G 
I do not envy you, dude. 
    Am         G         F        G           Am 
And you've got nothing I like but something I love. 
    F             G                 Am      
The charm and the skills to rise above. 
                   F     G 
You know how to be loved. 
              C          G          Am   C 
And you're as clean as a broke-dick dog. 
C                  F       G                      Am      C 
I don't want to be like you but I'm still rooting for you. 
C                  F       G                      Am      C 
I would hate to be like you but I'm still rooting for you. 
C                  F       G                      Am      C 
I would hate to be like you but I'm still rooting for you. 
C                  F       G                      Am     
I don't want to be like you but I'm still rooting for you. 
Am         G         F            G           Am 
You've got nothing I hate but got something I loathe. 
          F                         G                    Am 
You still walk around letting other people pick out your clothes. 
                               F  G 
And they will tell you when to go,  
                        Am                   C 
they'll tell you who to know-woah-woah-oh-oh-oh. 
                               F 
And they will tell you when to stop. 
                Fm   C  
And then you'll stop.