Tonalité : G minor
Intro 1
Am
Em
Am
Em
Verse 1
Am
You know I've made things
Em
with clay and been covered with mud
I've seen men do miracles,
hands covered in blood
Am
I've covered it much and
Em
been subjected to flood
I've been forged in fire and
rejected as it does
Am
Em
We need a charge of the light bri
gade and sack the old city
I'm too young to be a justice,
stuck in sudden self -pity
Am
Everybody gets down,
Em
I was sunken feeling shitty
Decisions made, regret it,
get vetoed by committee
C
I just want a milk and tofu,
I eat meat and potatoes
Cm
And I'm into anarchism,
feminism and landscaping
C
And I measure this a system
and our times are wasting
Just pick it up to pieces,
Fm
and stick it up for feces
Am
Em
I don't always wanna get shit on,
shower and shave
And find out fast the last
thing our enemies spray
Am
Em
I killed a lot of time watching cable lately
The art of conversation
interferes with cheers
Am
Em
You can't make anyone do
what they don't wanna
When apathy is in the
medium as marijuana
C
Each one, each one,
but never trust the preacher
The
Pope smokes dope,
Cdim
Cm
so reach for the reefer
C
Why does every channel serve
up a different sermon?
I know I prefer my pulpit in the
Fm
C
Fm
sewer with the vermin
Am
I once went to church,
Em
now I choose the
Godfather
On
DVD
Trilogy as the source of my divinity
Am
And pass by the
Em
Pope, and look to a
Coppola to cope with the
end of the rope type thing
Am
Em
I bring a critical view to the pew,
cause too much starts up as fiction like the taming
of the shrew
Am
Em
And then gets misconstrued,
so I snuck out
of midnight mass at the risk
of being rude
C
Because the words were nonsense,
the pacing
unbearable
So I don't drive on
Cm
Sunday cause the traffic
C
is terrible I've got plenty of confidence,
I don't need
a leader
If you wonder what I worship, then it's at
Fm
C
the movie theater admiring the
off -color humor of the
Coen brothers
Loving
Hitchcock,
Scorsese,
Cm
Kubrick, and many others
C
My devotion is deep like
Michael's disappointment in
Fredo
Fm
And my mind's manipulated like
Plato
C
But not by a pastor or minister
Cm
C
I manipulate the fast forward
Cm
As a method of confession
C
Addressing the sins of past years
Attempting to cleanse like an invention
of
Louis
Fm
Pastors
Am
You know I've made things with clay
Em
And made cover with mud
I've seen men do miracles
Hands covered in blood
Am
I've covered it much and
Em
been subjected to flood
I've been foisted fire and
rejected as it does
When you hear a song
that's a great song
Played a million times,
you never want to hear it again
If I hear that song one more time
If I see that guy's face one more time
C
I'm gonna fucking find out his
address and kill that motherfucker
Cm
I don't blame him, I've said it myself
C
When you're close to something
You feel you know the truth about it
Fm
And when
C
People magazine's writing about it,
you know they're not going to have the truth.
They have a very distor
Cm
Cdim
ted view of it.
Cm
C
And you realize that that's what the entire world sees,
and that's what the entire world
thinks about.
Fm
And they're wrong.
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