Bm
I'm tearing London limb from limb
                  F#m
It's tearing me apart, but it's us or them
                D                     F#m
So howl at the moon, oh how can it be?
                  Bm      F#m         G
The softer the skin the sharper the teeth

Yeah!

|D |Bm |F#m |G |
|D |Bm |F#m |G | Bm

[Verse 1: Spencer Charnas]
Bm                                                 F#m
So call the nurse, 'cause it's worse when I'm alone
                                        Gm
I've fallen prey to a curse I can't disown
                 Bb
Is it all in my head?
Bm                                             F#m
When I'm at hands of a mental filled with doubt
                                        Gm
But this is love I just can't live without
                              Bb
(Despite the thought of the dead)

[Chorus: Spencer Charnas]
                D                    F#m
So howl at the moon, oh how can it be?
                  Bm       F#m         G
The softer the skin the sharper the teeth
                 D                  F#m
With nowhere to go, nothing to believe
                   Bm       F#m          G
I'm counting on beauty to kill off the beast

|D |Bm |F#m |G |
|D |Bm |F#m |G | Bm

[Verse 2: Chelsea Talmadge & Spencer Charnas]
                 G                D   A
You bit off more than you could chew
Bm                  A           D   F#m
  But you taste too good to be true
Bm           G              D                A           C
  Safe in my arms you will lay, cause every dog has its day
              Cm
(Dog has its day)

[Outro: Chelsea Talmadge & Spencer Charnas]
                D                    F#m
So howl at the moon, oh how can it be?
                  Bm       F#m         G
The softer the skin the sharper the teeth
                 D                  F#m
With nowhere to go, nothing to believe
                   Bm       F#m           G
I'm counting on beauty to kill off the beast
                D                    F#m
So howl at the moon, oh how can it be? (Oh how can it be?)
                  Bm       F#m         G
The softer the skin the sharper the teeth
                 D                  F#m
With nowhere to go, nothing to believe (nothing to believe)
                   Bm       F#m           G
I'm counting on beauty to kill off the beast
                 D
So just put me down