E                         F#m
I like screwed up people, I like messed up folks
     G#m                 A               B               E     Edim
They may drink too much Ripple, but they make up better jokes

E                                    F#m
I like screwed up people, with their bandages and scars
     G#m                 A               B               E 
Who try too hard and lose too much and wind up tending bars
        A                  E
Who who love'em best, they put to the test
     A                      E
They can't understand when they get canned
              A                               E
They scream, "Murder, slaughter suicide," but it's all right
A                                    B7
They get used to being on the losing side

I like screwed up people, I like the messed up ones
They may drink too much Ripple, but they sing all my favorite songs

I like screwed up people, who just can't get it straight
Who try too hard and lose too much and find out too late
And then it's pain out on parade, 
It's the end of the world for a couple of days
They swear they're dying, but it's not that way
They get used to a life that's just okay

I like screwed up people, I like messed up folks
They may drink too much Ripple, but they make up better jokes

I like screwed up people, they seem to like me, too
We kill a lot of time together, we got nothing better to do
We're either too old, or else we're too young
We can't get started, or we're already done
We got three good reasons, and more were those came from

            E                         
That's the kind of a messed up people
            F#m
That's the kind of a goofed up people
           B                                   E     Edim  E
That's the kind of a screwed up people that I love

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