C                                   G
Madelyn, I share your hate for this world we're in
                  Am                                  F
But it makes me a better man; It's an excuse that you make.
    C                                   G
And Madelyn, I know you want to let the bottles in.
                              Am
I know you think that they're all your friends.
                               F
They're lying straight to your face.
  Dm             G             F              Dm            G                  F
I know about the devil in your bloodstream; I know that the ghosts still visit nightly.
  Dm               G             F             Em  Dm
I know it must get lonely by the Chesapeake.


[Verse 2]

C                        G                             Am                                F
Madelyn, are you really afraid of death or do you just say it if it's the right thing to say?
C                                     G
Madelyn, I know you're safe where you lay your head
                 Am                                        F
But if you wanted to come back, I've got a place you could stay.
       Dm        G           F       Dm              G           F          Dm   Em
If I'm not doing right by my family, then what's the point of it anyway. . .anyway.


[Verse 3]

                        C                               G
I don't think there's a god; I don't think that there's someone coming to save us
      Am                     G                  F
And I don't think that's the worst news of the day;
                        C                               G
I don't think there's a god. I don't think that there's someone coming to save me
            Am               G                 F
And I don't think that's the worst news of the day.


[Verse 4]

C                        G
Madelyn, I know how your cold scars turn purple.
               Am                                       F
I know how the Irish goodbyes feel. I know where you've been
    C                           G
And Madelyn, you and I got this East Coast blood between us.
     Am                                  F
It's bitter and vitriolic; I know how it ends.
       Dm        G           F                 Dm        G        F        End on F
If I'm not doing right by my family... oh, I'm not doing right by family.