Danny Elfman - Jacks lament

There are ^Bmfew who would^Bmmaj7 deny at what I^Bm7 do I am the^A best For my ^Gtalents are ^F#renowned ^Gfar ^Aand ^Bmwide. When it ^Bmcomes to su^Bmmaj7rprises in the ^Bm6moonlit ^Anight I ^Gaccel without ^F#ever ^Geven ^Bmtrying. With the ^Bmslightest little ^Bmmaj7effort of my ^Bm7ghostlike ^Acharm I've ^Gseen grown ^F#men give ^Gout ^Ama s^Bmhriek With a ^Bmwave of my ^Bmmaj7hand and a ^Bm7well placed ^Amoan I have ^Gswept the ^F#very bravest ^Goff ^Amtheir ^Bmfeet. Yet ^Gyear after ^F#year, it's the ^Gsame old ^F#cheer And I ^Ggrow so ^F#weary of the ^Emsound of ^A7screams And ^BmI, ^Bmmaj7Jack, the ^APump-^Gkin ^F#King Have ^Ggrown so ^F#tired of the ^Gsame old^F# thing Oh, ^Bmsomewhere ^Bmmaj7deep ^Bm7inside of these ^Abones An ^Gempt^F#iness ^Embegan to ^F#grow There's ^Bmsomething ^Bmmaj7out there, ^Bm7far from my ^Ahome A ^Glonging ^F#that I've ^F#never ^Bm2known I'm a ^Bmmaster of ^Bmmaj7fright, and a ^Bm7demon of ^Alight And I'll ^Gscare you right ^F#out ^Gof ^Amyour ^Bmpants To a ^Bmguy in ^Bmmaj7Kentucky, I'm ^Bm7Mister ^AUnlucky And I'm ^Gknown throughout ^F#England ^Gand ^BmFrance And ^Bmsince I am ^Bmmaj7dead, I can ^Bm7take off my ^Ahead To ^Grecite ^F#Shakes^Gpeare^Aman qu^Bmotations No ^Bmanimal nor ^Bmmaj7man can ^Bm7scream like I ^Acan With the ^Gfury of my ^F#rec^Gita^Bmtions

^GBut who ^F#here would ^Gever under^F#stand That the ^GPumpkin ^F#King with the ^Emskeleton ^A7grin Would ^Bmtire ^Bmmaj7of his ^Acrown, if they ^Aonly ^Gunder^F#stood He'd ^Ggive it all ^F#up if he ^Gonly ^F#could Oh, ^Bmthere's an ^Bmmaj7empty ^Bm7place in my ^Abones That ^Gcalls out ^F#for some^Emthing ^Aunknown The ^Bmfame and ^Bmmaj7praise come ^Bm7year after ^Ayear Does ^Gnothing ^F#for these ^F#7empty ^Bm2tears