Written by Shooter Jennings/Marilyn Manson
C If you say that we´re healed Em Give us your pills, hobos just go away Dm But watch you be held dead Em Everything else is perfume C Em Maybe I´m just a mystery Dm I can end up your misery Em Maybe I´m just a mystery Am I can end up your misery G F In the end we all end Up in a garbage job C But I´ll be the one that´ G Holding your hand C We are sick, fucked Am Up and complicated Dm We are Chaos G We can't be cured C We are sick, fucked Am Up and complicated Dm We are Chaos G We can't be cured C Em Maybe I´m just a mystery Dm I can be your misery Em Maybe I´m just a mystery Am G F Now we`re left hanging C G So far, so far from my crowd C We are sick, fucked Am Up and complicated Dm We are Chaos G We can't be cured C We are sick, fucked Am Up and complicated Dm We are Chaos G We can't be cured Bm C Am I man or show a moment Bm C The man on the moon or man I lost seasons Bm Am G Well I´ll be in after the kill C We are sick, fucked Am Up and complicated Dm We are Chaos G We can't be cured C We are sick, fucked Am Up and complicated Dm We are Chaos G We can't be cured C We are sick, fucked Am Up and complicated Dm We are Chaos G We can't be cured C Am Dm G C We are sick