Matt Maeson - Put it on me

Hung high and ^C#mdry where no one can ^F#msee If there's no one to bla^G#me, blame it on m^C#me Storm in the sky, fire in the s^F#mtreet If there's nothing but pai^G#n, put it on m^C#me

^C#mYou are the cold inescapable proof You're the evil, the way in the life and the truth You're rev^F#mival beginnin' and you're genocide And I w^G#atch in wonder ^C#mYou are the cold inescapable proof

You're rev^F#mival beginnin' and you're genocide And I wa^G#tch in wonder

Hung high and dry where no one can ^F#msee If there's no one to bla^G#me, blame it on m^C#me (hah-ha) Storm in the sky (hah-ha, hah-ha), fire in the st^F#mreet (hah-ha, hah-ha) G# C#m If there's nothing but pain (hah-ha, hah-ha), put it on me (hah-ha, hah-ha, hah-ha, hah-ha)

^C#mI know that you'd never feel like I do And I'd break into pieces right in front of you And I'd ^F#mburn down the city and string up the noose And you'd w^G#atch inâ

Hung high and dry where no one can ^F#msee If there's no one to bla^G#me, blame it on m^C#me (hah-ha) Storm in the sky (hah-ha, hah-ha), fire in the st^F#mreet (hah-ha, hah-ha) G# C#m If there's nothing but pain (hah-ha, hah-ha), put it on me (hah-ha, hah-ha, hah-ha, hah-ha)

^C#mI know that you'll never feel like I do I will break into pieces right in front of you I will ^F#mburn down the city and string up the noose And you'll wat^G#ch in wonder