Panic! At the Disco – Roaring 20S (Guitar)

Am                                 F
Broadway is black like a sinkhole, everyone raced to the suburbs.

    C                                          E7
And I'm on the rooftop with curious strangers, this is the oddest of summers.

Am
Maybe I'll medicate, maybe inebriate.

F
Strange situations, I get anxious.

           C
Maybe I'll smile a bit, maybe the opposite.

              E7
But pray that they don't call me thankless.

Dm             E7               Am    F     F         Dm       Am    E7
  My tell-tale heart's a hammer in my chest, cut me a silk tie tourniquet.

           Am                     F
This is my roaring, roaring 20's, I don't even know me.

C
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home.

E7
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home

   Am                    F
My roaring, roaring 20's, I don't even know me.

C
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home.

E7                                               Am
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna, I wanna go home.

Am                              F
Oscars and Emmy's and Grammy's, everyone here is a trophy.

    C                                              E7
And I'm sipping bourbon, the future uncertain, the past on the pavement below me.

Am                                         F
Maybe I'll elevate, maybe I'm second rate, so unaware of my status.

          C
Maybe I'm overjoyed, maybe I'm paranoid.

  E7
Designer me up in straight jackets.

Dm             E7               Am    F     F         Dm       Am    E7
  My tell-tale heart's a hammer in my chest, cut me a silk tie tourniquet.

           Am                     F
This is my roaring, roaring 20's, I don't even know me.

C
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home.

E7
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home

   Am                     F
My roaring, roaring 20's, I don't even know me.

C
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home.

E7
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna, I wanna go home.

F                     G                          E7
  Hallucinations only mean that your brain is on fire.

                                 Am                    Em                F
But it's Lord of the Flies in my mind tonight, I don't know if I will survive.

                              G                               E7
Lighters up if you're feelin' me, fade to black if you're not mine.

                    E7                  E7
Cause I just need a sign, or a signal inside

           Am                     F
This is my roaring, roaring 20's, I don't even know me.

C
Roll me a blunt 'cause I wanna go home.

E7
Roll me a, roll me a blunt.

           Am                     F
This is my roaring, roaring 20's, I don't even know me.

C
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I wanna go home.

E7
Roll me like a blunt, 'cause I want, I wanna go home.

Am        F
oh oh oh, oh oh oh,

C        E7 
oh oh oh oh.

Am        F
oh oh oh, oh oh oh,

C        E7 
oh oh oh oh.

           Am
I wanna go home.