Alligator Skin Boots

        F#m
And the pastor says I'm good
          A
But Jesus Christ I'm never good
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I'll nail my hands up to the wall
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I'll nail my hands up to the wall
             F#m
And yeah the pastor says I'm good
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But Jesus Christ I'm never good
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I'll nail my hands up to the wall
          A
I'll nail my hands up to the wall

              F#m
And yeah, the doctors were nice enough
F#m
They just said I'm fucked
A
Just like my mom is fucked
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I bet your dad's fucked up
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And in the black light, I could tell a sick joke
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Maybe in the black light, I could tell a sick joke

F#m
Twinkle Twinkle little star, alcoholics don't get far
A
Unless they drink and drive
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Let's go for a ride
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And I hope, I crash and die tonight
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I hope I crash and die tonight
        F#m
Saying, I do not like you
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I do not mind him much
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You were just my first
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Now I've had

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I'm cold to the touch
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Leap to my death
F#m
I'll die for my friends
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I'll lie to the end
A
I'm cool to the touch
A
Leap to my death
F#m
I'll die for you all
E
I'll die for my friends

A            E
It goes like this
     F#m     E
Well I ain't sorry
     A      E
With broken wrists
  F#m        E          A  E  A  E
I climb from these walls

A             E
My skin crawls
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My skin crawls
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My...

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