[Strophe]
G                F        C 
Pull the plug in September 
G                     F    C 
I don't want to die in June 
    G                         F     C 
I'd like to start planning my funeral 
      G           F     C 
I've got work to do
[Instrumentale]
G     F   C    G
[Strophe]
G                      F      C 
Pull the plug, make it painless 
G                   F    C 
I don't want a violent end 
G                          F       C 
Don't say that you'll always love me 
                    Eb            F 
'cause you know I'd bleed myself dry for you 
F             G 
over and over again
[Instrumentale]
F   C    G   F  C
[Refrain]
Dm 
Doomsday is close at hand 
C                           G 
I'll book the marching band to play as you speak 
Dm 
I'll feel like throwing up 
C                           G 
You'll sit and stare like a goddamn machine 
            Dm 
I'd like to plan out my part in this 
C 
but you're such a narcissist 
A 
you'll probably do it next week 
               C 
I don't get a choice in the matter 
  
Why would I? 
               G           F   C 
It's only the death of me 
         G          F     C    G 
Only the death of me
[Strophe]
G                     F     C 
Pull the plug but be carеful 
G                        F  C 
I don't want to die too soon 
G                            F      C 
I think there's good in you somеwhere 
G 
I'll hang on 'til the chaos is through
[Refrain]
Dm 
Doomsday is close at hand 
C                          G 
I'll book the marching band to play as you speak 
Dm 
I'll feel like throwing up 
 C                         G 
You'll sit and stare like a goddamn machine 
Dm 
I'd like to plan out my part in this 
C 
but you're such a narcissist 
       A 
you'll probably do it next week 
              C 
I don't get a choice in the matter 
  
Why would I? 
  
It's only the death of me
[Pont]
 D 
It was so quiet 
               C 
No friends and family allowed 
           D 
Only my murderer 
                                   C 
You and the priest who told you to go to hell 
                       D 
And the funny thing is I would've married you 
              C 
if you'd have stuck around 
            G                   F    C 
I feel more free than I have in years 
           G          F     C 
Six feet in the ground
[Instrumentale]
G    F   C
[Refrain]
Dm 
Doomsday is close at hand 
C 
I booked the marching band 
G 
to play as you speak 
Dm 
I feel like throwing up 
C                     G 
You sit and stare like a goddamn machine 
                  Dm 
I'd have liked to plan out my part in this 
    C 
but you're such a narcissist 
A7 
   that you did it on Halloween 
         C 
I had no choice in the matter 
  
Why would I? 
              N.C. 
It's only the death of me