Dm                              Dm
My heart beat blanked, through the ground I sank
  Dm                Gm
I met a driver, his name was Hank
Dm                          Dm
Told me we were on the way, when I asked to where
Dm        Gm
He said, “Can’t say!"
 Dm
"He Himself decides your fate,"
      Dm                    Gm
"I’ll drop you off right in front of the gates!”
  Dm             Dm
A roller coaster kind of night
   Dm                  Gm
My whole life right in plain sight
Dm          Dm
Saw my mom, held her hand
         Dm                     Gm
Couldn't wait to hug her in the promised land
  Dm            Dm
A rush of love, flight of doves
  Dm                A
I must be trippin', what a drug


[Chorus]
     F        E         Dm
Am I going to heaven or hell?
  Bb              A              Dm
A question I have always asked myself
F             C               Dm         A
Brittle Bones Nicky, you were crafty and tricky
     F         C        Dm
It’s said that you were gold
     F         C        A
It’s said that you were gold!


[Verse 2]
N.C.
Welcome, welcome Nicky!
N.C.
Welcome to heaven!
       Dm             Dm
Door's open up, I was ushered in
Dm                   Gm
Hank said "Good luck to ya, kid!"
       Dm           Dm
A sign on the door, it read "fate"
    Dm                 Gm
Two arrows pointing to two gates
      Dm       Dm
I'm a shoe-in, I don't hate
    Dm                  Gm
Got laughed right in my fucking face
 Dm               Dm
"NO KID, YOU MADE MANY E STAKES
N.C.
STARTED WITH THE PIE TO SHIFTY'S FCE 
   Dm
GO BE WITH YOUR MATES, SCOUNDD LS, F KES
    C#m
YOU PAY FOR B NS IN MY PACE "
C
Mom looked on, without a trace
      Bb                 A
I was cast away, thrown, hell’s gate
 Gm
“This ain’t fair, you dealt those cards!
   G#
"I made the most of a terrible start!”
   A                A
No voice came back, laughs from the pack
N.C.
Spit on my shoes, and clawed at my back


[Chorus]
  F         E       Dm
I guess I belong in hell
   Bb      A        Dm
Is God the Devil Himself?
F             C                 Dm        A
Brittle Bones Nicky, you're not crafty or tricky
         F        C              Dm
You're a son of a bitch, you're alone
   F       C        A
Welcome to your new home!


[Verse 3]
         Dm           Dm
It was a fucking zoo, rotting in spew
Dm                     Gm
Caged, a bird, bruised black and blue
  Dm                 Dm
I cried “I gotta get out of this place!”
  Dm               Gm
I heard a voice “Only one way!”
Dm          Dm
It was Ben, it’d been years
Dm                       Gm
Saved him from the three musketeers
Dm                  Dm
Man, I was happy to see his face
         N.C.
He said "I owe you one, I'll help you out of this maze!"
 Dm                       Dm
“Approach the devil, with venomous grace
Dm                            Gm
tell him you’ll fuck with the human race!
       Dm                Dm
He may let you out, as a Ghost, a pawn
   Dm                            Gm
to scare the shit out of who you want!
   Dm                 Dm
If you serve time, do despicable crimes
    Dm                       Gm
the devil might let you into heaven in time!
Dm                                  Dm
Lines right there for you to plead, say a prayer
    A
get on your knees!”


[Chorus]
  F         E          Dm
I gotta get outta this hell
          Bb                A        Dm
Would you sell your soul to save yourself?
F             C                
I’m not gonna get pushed around
F             C                
I’m not going down, down, down! (Down!)
F       A     Dm
I’m not going down!


[Verse 4]
 Dm
“COME ON IN, TAKE A SEAT”
       C#m
He was turned around, only saw his feet
    C
The voice I knew, I’d just heard
   Bb                    A
He turned around, it was God, he slurred
    Dm
“SURPRISED? MOST OF EM' AD 
    C#m
I’M MUF SA, AND I’M SCAR
C
LILY WHITE SHIT GETS OLD AND TRITE
    Bb                 A
NOW TELL ME WHY YOU'D  IN MY BG HT”
      Dm
“I’ll make you a deal, if I can’t close
C#m
Banish me to the down below
    C
I’m crafty, I'm tricky
Bb                 A
Millions of people dig me
Dm
Let me go back, make people crack
     C#m
If I do you right, grant me a pass
   C               Bb            A
To see my mom, and watch her back”


[Chorus]
F             C
Brittle Bones Nicky
       Dm         A
He was crafty and tricky
     F        C         Dm    A
That son of a bitch was gold!
          F        C         Dm
Yeah that son of a bitch was gold!


[Outro]
   Dm             Dm
So here I am, not quite a man
      Dm           Gm
But I always got a game plan
     Dm               Dm
I’ll ruffle feathers, fuck with folks
    N.C.
But you know me, I’m a good bloke