AmB7DmE7AmAmB7AmPeoB7ple, what Dmhave E7you AmdoneAmB7DmLocked HimE7in His Amgolden B7DmE7cage, goldenAmcageAmB7
Am B7 Dm E7 Am Am B7
AmMade Him B7bend toDmE7 your re]AmligionAmB7
Dm E7 Am Am B7 (Dm E7) Am B7 Dm E7
Him resurDmrected E7from Amthe graveDmE7AmB7, from the AmgraveAmB7DHe is the God of Gnothing,
If that's Call Gthat you can seeAmB7DmE7AmAmB7DmE7Am
You Dare the God of Geverything,
He's Cinside Gyou and me.DCaddDD
So Amlean B7upon Him DmE7AmgentAmB7ly
Dm E7 Am .
And don't Dmcall on E7him to Amsave
Am B7 Dm E7 Am Am B7
you Amfrom B7your DmE7Amsocial gracesAmB7
and Amthe B7sins you DmE7Amused to waiveAmB7.
The Dbloody Church of GEngland,
in Cchains of histoGry,DCaddDD
ReDquests your earthly Gpresence
at the CvicaGrage for tea.DCaddDD
And the graven image you-know-who,
with His plastic crucifix, he got him fixed
Confuses me as to who and where and why,
and to how He gets His kicks.
Confessing to the endless sin,
the endless whining sounds.
You'll be praying 'til next Thursday,
to all the Gods that you can count.
(pozn: sekvenci DmE7 je možné vynechávat, doprovod je lepší klavírní než kytara)
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