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