Am Dm In the land of Gods and Monsters G I was an angel Am Living in the garden of evil Dm G Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed Am Shining like a fiery beacon Dm G You got that medicine that I need Am Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly Dm G Put your hands on my waist do it softly F Me and God, we don't get along, so now I sing Dm Am No one's gonna take my soul away G F Living like Jim Morrison Dm Am Heading towards a fucked up holiday G Motel, sprees, sprees, and I'm singing
Am Dm
In the land of Gods and Monsters
G
I was an angel
Am
Living in the garden of evil
Dm G
Screwed up, scared, doing anything that I needed
Shining like a fiery beacon
You got that medicine that I need
Fame, liquor, love, give it to me slowly
Put your hands on my waist do it softly
F
Me and God, we don't get along, so now I sing
Dm Am
No one's gonna take my soul away
G F
Living like Jim Morrison
Heading towards a fucked up holiday
Motel, sprees, sprees, and I'm singing
F Fuck yeah, give it to me Dm This is heaven Am What I truly want G F Is innocence lost? Dm Am G Innocence lost?
Fuck yeah, give it to me
Dm
This is heaven
What I truly want
Is innocence lost?
Dm Am G
Innocence lost?
Am Dm In the land of Gods and Monsters G I was an angel Am Looking to get fucked hard Dm G Like a groupie incognito Posing as a real singer Am Life imitates art Dm G You got that medicine that I need Am Dope, shoot it up, straight to the heart please Dm G I don't really wanna know what's good for me F God's dead, I said 'Baby that's alright with me' Dm Am No one's gonna take my soul away G F Living like Jim Morrison Dm Am Heading towards a fucked up holiday G Motel, sprees, sprees, and I'm singing
Looking to get fucked hard
Like a groupie incognito Posing as a real singer
Life imitates art
Dope, shoot it up, straight to the heart please
I don't really wanna know what's good for me
God's dead, I said 'Baby that's alright with me'
Am G When you talk, it's like a movie and you're making me crazy Am 'Cause life imitates art Dm G If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby? Am You tell me life isn't that hard Dm Am No one's gonna take my soul away G F Living like Jim Morrison Dm Am Heading towards a fucked up holiday G Motel, sprees, sprees, and I'm singing
Am G
When you talk, it's like a movie and you're making me crazy
'Cause life imitates art
If I get a little prettier, can I be your baby?
You tell me life isn't that hard