The Fear 1 A- A- A- G Dont play the tortured artist with me Or you can pack up all your bags and then leave Yeah you know what im saying Im praying for you to take heed 2. A- C A- C G
Its like your mother was drunk all the time And your brother turned to a life of crime Yeah you fear hes lost direction You fear hes finally lost his way A- C G F But look out on the bright side Look out to the world Look at all the boys and the girls A- C A- C 3. A- C A- C A- C G Dont play the tortured artist with me 'Cos its not all about you, and what about me You can save your breath son 'Cos I never said that i was gonna leave you It's like your father he never came home And your sister spent her life on the phone And all the other kids used to give you shit All the time But look out on the bright side... D- E- D- G X 2 Maybe I dive for treasure Maybe I steer the world Or maybe I just gonna live in the hills Maybe I found my pleasure With some far off eastern girl Or maybe i'll still be living in the hills C G F 4. C C A- C G F X 2 Dont play the tortured artist with me Dont play the tortured artist with me Its a fear of losing direction Its a fear you've lost your way Its a fear of losing face And that someone can replace you Look out on the bright side... C G F Just look out at the world Look out on the bright side... A- Just don't play the tortured artist with me