Guitar chords Mansplainer

Key:  B
                            
B
      
D
      
G
                                              
B
      
D
 
All your life,                   holding scared people back.
                  
B
      
D
      
G
                                
B
          
D
 
All your life,                   defending your attack.
                
D
                                
G
                    
D
                                  
G
 
I can't feel my face now, anyway, And all my drinks will soon betray
          
D
                              
G
                    
D
        
G
 
That I am all checked out of this fight.
        
D
                              
G
                          
D
                              
G
 
And teaching lessons never learned, Authority you've never earned,
D
                              
G
              
F#
 
Must be nice to always be right.
                  
B
      
D
      
G
                                              
B
      
D
 
All your life,               holding scared people back.
                  
B
      
D
      
G
                                
B
          
D
 
All your lies,               defending your attack.
      
D
                            
G
                                  
D
                              
G
 
If we can skip the third degree, I'll surrender to you happily,
        
D
                  
G
                    
D
        
G
 
I'm ready to repeat the charade.
          
D
                        
G
                        
D
                            
G
 
I'll drool into my loving-cup, A master-class in shutting-up,
            
D
                        
G
                            
D
      
G
 
Let's wallow in the mess that we've made.
                  
B
      
D
      
G
                                              
B
          
D
 
All your lies,               holding scared people back.
                  
B
      
D
      
G
                                
B
      
D
 
All your life,                   defending your attack.
        
B
                                    
D
                                  
G
 
You can't wipe off your happy face, You're proud to be a sad disgrace,
B
                                    
D
                
G
 
One more arm that's fit to be tied.
                  
B
      
D
      
G
                        
B
      
D
 
All your life.                   All your lifeâ...!
    
F#
                                
G
                    
F#
                                        
G
 
A litany of recycled bones.       A symphony of sticks and stones.
          
D
                        
G
                        
D
                            
G
 
I'll drool into my loving-cup, A master-class in fucking-up,
D
                          
G
 
Wallow in this mess of our own.
                  
B
      
D
      
G
                        
B
      
D
 
All your life.                   All your life!
                  
B
      
D
      
G
                        
B
      
D
      
G
 
All your life.                   All your lifeâ...!
        
B
                                    
D
                                  
G
 
You can't wipe off your happy face, You're proud to be a sad disgrace,
B
                                    
D
                
G
 
One more arm that's fit to be tied.
                  
B
      
D
      
G
                        
B
      
D
      
G
 
All your life.                   All your lifeâ...!
                  
B
      
D
      
G
                        
B
      
D
      
G
 
All your lifeâ...                   All your lifeâ...
                  
B
      
D
      
G
                        
B
      
D
      
G
 
All your lifeâ...                   All your lifeâ...
                
D
 
I can't feel my face now, anyway, And all my drinks will soon betray,
          
D
 
That I am long checked out of this fight.