Dodie Clark – Monster Ukulele Chords

Tell me again about how it hurts.
Being awfully loud for an introvert.
Get out of my room, smile wiped clean.
Isn’t it weird to be so mean?

I’m guessing that I’ve grown horns.
I guess I’m human no more.
I can tell I’ve rotted in your brain.
Oh, how easily passion twists.
You think I’m a crazy bitch.
I craft my words to fit your head.
‘Cause no one listens to the dead.

So maybe I will talk to you.
The only way I know how to.
Mhm, I’ve said my speech.
Mhm, through sharpened teeth.
You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin.
Please let the devil in.

A meter apart, we blankly stare.
We shout in our heads, “Are you still in there?”
Well this ends bad then, we knew it would.
So we won’t eat our words, ’cause they don’t taste good.

I’m guessing that I’ve grown horns.
I guess I’m human no more.
I can tell I’ve rotted in your brain.
Oh, how easily passion twists.
You think I’m a crazy bitch.
I craft my words to fit your head.
‘Cause no one listens to the dead.

So maybe I will talk to you.
The only way I know how to.
Mhm, I’ve said my speech.
Mhm, through sharpened teeth.
You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin.
Please let the devil in.

Oh, I think it might be worth a try.
Oh, am I ready to let this die?
Mhm, a monster’s here.
Mhm, you plug your ears.
But hey, you might just listen to it sing.
Please let the devil in.

We won’t eat our words.
They don’t taste so good.
We won’t eat our words.
They don’t taste so good.

Look, we know that I’ve seen this before.
High and mighty, at the top of your list.
Adoring every move, now my rank is sinking.
But we’re both guilty of black or white thinking.
And through my red eyes, you look pale.
All of your scars are looking more like scales.
Two ugly creatures, two sinister preachers.
Blind to the past, like a couple of monsters.
Just a couple of monsters!

So maybe I will talk to you.
The only way I know how to.
Mhm, I’ve said my speech.
Mhm, through sharpened teeth.
You break the rules and spikes grow from your skin.

Oh, I think it might be worth a try.
Oh, am I ready to let this die?
Mhm, a monster’s here.
Mhm, you plug your ears.
But hey, you might just listen to it sing.
Please let the devil in.

We won’t eat our words.
They don’t taste so good.
We won’t eat our words.
They don’t taste so good…