Mother there's a[Am] side to me you do[G]n't know[Dm] [Dm]Different to the child with the smile in your pho[Am]to, Made some deci[G]sions some wrong some righ[Dm]t, now strangers call my number When I'm sleeping at ni[Am]ght But they[G]'re sinners t[Dm]oo And they'll only make me wors[Am]e. Don't l[G]et me g[Dm]o And roll away like a penny...