Intro
F#m Gm F#m Gm
F#m G F#m Fb
[Verse]
F#m Gm
You’ve got nothing but a small city,
F#m Gm
Wind up toys got you playing like a big town kid
F#m Gm
Got your knife in your socks and a gun in your belt
F#m Gm
Bullets in your pocket, it’s all gone still
F#m Gm
Nobodies, all gunning for me
F#m Gm
Nobodies, all gunning for me
F#m Gm
Nobodies, all gunning for me
F#m Gm
Nobodies, all gunning for me
[Verse]
F#m Gm
Here they come all gunning like they’re big men
F#m Gm
Not one can stand on his own (Nobodies, all gunning for me)
F#m Gm
Not one can make himself heard
F#m Gm
All babies relying on their big guns (Nobodies, all gunning for me)
[Prechorus]
Fb
Head west hold nothing but your armour
D
Are you gonna do this right
F#m D C#
Are you going to even try? Or are you...
[Chorus]
F#m Cbm
Sold to the man with big ideas
Fb F#m
I’ve got the white things on me
F#m Cbm Fb F#m
I hate what you’ve done and I hate how you do it
F#m A Cbm A
But no-one here can talk, talk you down from this tall tree you’re in
F#m Fb D
Trouble, and this time it’s not on me
[Verse]
F#m Gm F#m Fb
I’ve seen your ride
F#m Gm F#m Fb
I heard you had a bright idea
F#m Gm F#m Fb F#m Gm F#m Fb
Once you came back maybe you didn’t quite arrive
F#m Gm F#m Fb F#m Gm F#m Fb
Traces of places you’ve been always making a scene
F#m Gm F#m Fb F#m Gm F#m Fb
Too much shouting made me glad that I can’t hear
F#m Gm F#m Fb
Your voice is always raised to meet with me
F#m Gm F#m Fb
Does this pain complete me?
F#m Gm F#m Fb
Nobodies, all gunning for me
F#m Gm F#m Fb
Nobodies, all gunning for me
[Prechorus]
Fb
Head west hold nothing but your armour
D
Are you gonna do this right
F#m D C#
Are you going to even try? Or are you...
[Chorus]
F#m Cbm
Sold to the man with big ideas
Fb F#m
I’ve got the white things on me
F#m Cbm Fb F#m
I hate what you’ve done and I hate how you do it
F#m A Cbm A
But no-one here can talk, talk you down from this tall tree you’re in
F#m Fb D
Trouble, and this time it’s not on me
[Bridge]
F#m Cbm
This one has got a little cheaper
Fb F#m
These lies are all getting steeper
F#m A Cbm C#/D
I can’t sell that It’s already been owned...
[Chorus]
Gm Cm
Sold to the man with big ideas
F Gm
I’ve got the white things on me
Gm Cm F Gm
I hate what you’ve done and I hate how you do it
Gm A# Cm A#
But no-one here can talk, talk you down from this tall tree you’re in
Gm F D#
Trouble, and this time it’s not on me
[Chorus]
G#m C#m
Sold to the man with big ideas
F# G#m
I’ve got the white things on me
G#m C#m F# G#m
I hate what you’ve done and I hate how you do it
G#m Cb C#m Cb
But no-one here can talk, talk you down from this tall tree you’re in
G#m F# Fb
Trouble, and this time it’s not on me
G#m F# Fb
Trouble, and this time it’s not on me