Straight Jacket - Theory Of A Deadman, ukulele chords

Published: 2018-05-18 15:55
Selection chords: Katie Paterson

Intro: Bm

Verse:
Bm                            A
I wear a 36 long, white is my color
                      G
A little tight in the shoulder
        F#
But you know, it still fit me good
         Bm                   A
I wear a 36 long, white is my color
                      G
A little tight in the shoulder
         F#
But you know, it still fit me good
Bm
Anyone can see weʼre a perfect match
    A
An innocent boy and a psychopath
   G                                              F#
A weekʼs worth of dating and you talk about moving in
F#
(I talk about moving too fast)
   Bm
My mom disapproved and my friends would say
   A
To break the girlʼs heart but Iʼm too afraid
    G
Her clickbait body was a tractor beam
          F#
She was a Tesla Model S with the ludicrous speed
    Bm
The sex was good but weʼd always fight
           A
Iʼd try to leave your sorry ass but end up spending the night
     G
Your sweetness, my weakness, youʼre mean though ingenious
F#
Nothing can come between us (Ahh, have you seen us?)

Pre-Chorus:
     G
Iʼve lost it, youʼre toxic, I botched this, Iʼm nauseous
E7
Man, I gotta be

Chorus:
F#             Bm             A
Out of my mind, be going crazy
                        G
ʼCause it doesnʼt faze me
                               E7
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
  F#       G    A   Bm
I must be out of my brain
             A
Hallucinating
                    G
No it doesnʼt faze me
                              E7
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
  F#      G      A   Bm
I must be out of my mind

Verse:

Free at last, Iʼm free at last
    A                                         G
Something Iʼll never say is "Iʼm free at last"
                                                  F#
She ainʼt around so I can vent and get it off my chest
F#
(So here we go, three, two, one)
            Bm
And youʼre supercali-pessimistic-expiali-narcissistic
A                                                         G
You and Mary Poppins, you will soon be going out of business

God as my witness, you got a Honda Civic
              F#
ʼCause youʼre backseat driving my life

Pre-Chorus:
G                          E7
I just wanna sleep my life away
E7
I must be

Chorus:
F#             Bm            A
Out of my mind, be going crazy
                        G
ʼCause it doesnʼt faze me
                               E7
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
  F#       G    A   Bm
I must be out of my brain
             A
Hallucinating
                    G
No it doesnʼt faze me
                              E7
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
F#   G    A    E7    F#   G    A    Bm
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad

Verse:
Bm
Iʼm freaking out, Iʼm panic attacking
           A                                         G
Yeah, Iʼve mentally had it, now my living roomʼs padded

Iʼm a sadist, Iʼm addicted to this heroin
F#                                            Bm
Youʼre Tonya Harding and Iʼm your Nancy Kerrigan

Like Lloyd Braun, I just wanted serenity
        A                                             G
But you had to go testing me, gave me suicide tendencies

Your little games, your little, little games
    F#
You trick me into staying, your playing is getting lame
     Bm
From touching your sweet things to tracking your calls
        A
Go from smacking your ass to punching holes in the walls
        G
Go from sending me fire nudes to eyeing up other dudes
      F#
From picking our favorite song to playlisting breakup tunes
Bm
Started so high, now I can hardly breathe
        A
Go from weak in the knees to be too weak I canʼt leave
    G
You called it, itʼs all my fault, this I know
          F#
Guess Iʼm better off dead inside than being alone

Pre-Chorus:
G                         E7
I just wanna sleep my life away
F#
  Oh!

Chorus:
               Bm            A
Out of my mind, be going crazy
                        G
ʼCause it doesnʼt faze me
                               E7 
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
  F#       G    A  Bm
I must be out of my brain
             A
Hallucinating
                   G
No it doesnʼt faze me
                              E7
Yeah, the way you treat me so bad
  F#       G    A  Bm
I must be out of my mind

Outro:
A       G           E7
  Yeah...  yeah... oh
  F#      G     A  Bm
I must be out of my mind

Youʼre supercali-pessimistic-expiali-narcissistic
A
You and Mary Poppins, you will soon be going out of business
G       E7
  Yeah...  Oh...
E7    F#   G    A    E7    F#   G    A Bm
Bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad, bad