Tom: Am
Verse 1:
Am G
Understand; once he was a family man.
F7+
So surely I would never, ever,
Am
Go through it first hand.
Am G
Emulate, all the shit my mother hated.
F7+
I can't help but demonstrate,
Am
My Freudi-an fate.
Verse 2:
Am G
My alibi for ta-king your guy,
F7+ Am
History re-peats itself; it fails to die.
Am G
And animal aggres-sion is my downfall.
F7+
I don't care 'bout what you got;
Am
I want it all.
Chorus 1:
Am
It's bricked up in my head,
G
And shoved under my bed.
Am
And I question myself again;
G
What is it 'bout men?
Am
My destructive side,
G
Has grown a mile wide,
Am
And I question myself again;
G
What is it 'bout men?
Am E7#9
What is it 'bout men?
Verse 3:
Am G
I'm nurturing, I just wanna do my thing.
F7+
And I'll take the wrong man,
Am
As naturally as I sing.
Am
And I'll save my tears,
G
For uncover-ing my fears.
F7+
For be-havioural patterns,
Am
That stick o-ver the years.
Chorus 2:
Am
It's bricked up in my head,
G
And shoved under my bed.
Am
And I question myself again;
G
What is it 'bout men?
Am
My destructive side,
G
Has grown a mile wide,
Am
And I question myself again;
G
What is it 'bout men?
Am
Ooh, it's bricked up in my head,
G
And shoved under my bed.
Am
And I question myself again;
G
What is it 'bout men?
Am
My destructive side,
G
Has grown a mile wide,
Am
And I question myself again;
G
What is it 'bout men?
Am G/A
What is it 'bout men?
Outro:
Am G, F7+ Am
(Repeat to Fade)