Tonalité : C# minor•
Intro 1
C#m
B
C#m
F#m
Verse 1
C#m
In people
without religion
In steeples crowded with pigeons
B
In visions of evil
Through the key hole out of the prison
C#m
Without a decision, fishing,
E
C#m
in a father that listens
F#m
In a tower, around a collar,
in Obama's position
G#m
For the power, dollars, division,
and the honor it's given
A
In a martyr, in women,
in Shawn Carter, in all children
B
Shrouded in Turin
Bbm
Burning in shrubs, learning to love,
rounding a turban
On the curb, in the club with a bour
C#m
bon and drunk
In sermons, in a permanent slump
B
determined to flunk
As a vermin making earnings
from trunks
E
Serving the junks
Cus I need Him most,
bleeding on the cement
F#m
In a sea of demons- beaming
Being treated with a chemo dose
G#m
Seated with a vino within
a scene of latinos
A
He was seen hosting a feast
in His medieval clothes
B
Cleaning all our feet with soap,
speaking to ghosts
Leading a pope, beaten and broke
C#m
Even on a piece of toast
And He the most eaten with the least
In a fetus, in a golden fleece
Meeting with the chief, with elitists
In a genius, when that athlete was defeated
In the math, in an atom blast,
every time my team wins
To hide a lie and to achieve spins
B
For me to be idolized, on a drive,
C#m
for my own reasons
Because they tell me it's
a lesson in our rebirth
F#m
Because in hell our breath
burns and our knees hurt
C#m
Because we know He knelt
B
with lepers and freed serfs
Because it helps sell records and t- shirts
E
Books, hats, stickers,
sweaters, and knee skirts
F#m
And in good, bad,
G#m
and indifferent weather I see works
In the hood tatted,
with little help from the priest circuit
A
In the woods, mad at belief,
and a tree serpent
B
And where the church is,
and the worst is
Bbm
These surface statements lead'em to
C#m
a basement where they hurt kids
Sure did, burning the earth, cursed,
B
learning to surf
First, with a thirst, and this myrrh
C#m
He was bursting from a nova,
E
surfacing from a coma
F#m
Said the person who rolled
up cursing his melanoma
G#m
When I was worthy to no one and
now I'm worthy to know Him
A
With iron sharpening iron with fire,
lions, and sultans
B
Admired, tired, with liars,
with friars, choirs exalting
C#m
And now I'm revolting, as a squire,
high in the vaulted ceilings
In kneeling,
bent in a tent begging for healing
Wheeling and dealing, begging for rent,
ain't that appealing
At least's that's what he said
before his hands started feeling
So the yeast ain't in my bread
to recall the land I am free from
And He is just one and He's all three
Calling me to give some love
to teens with palsy
As seen on TV, we sing till all free
As seen with three Kings,
so bring some offerings
Think
Is it a cult of personality
B
A cultural excursion,
multiverse, a formality
E
The bulk of all our worth
a sullied earth an abnormality
F#m
A skull for every version a person
who passes casually
G#m
Calloused at birth an Alice
in search of causality
A
Plausible audible now are
B
all called applaudable
Shouting like Roland Orzabal will
Bbm
all fall like quarters in ears
If you doubting the magician is here
C#m
Listen if you can hear to the heart of it all
B
To the subtle consciousness
that has started it all
C#m
E
To the chart on the wall
even to the art of the fall
F#m
Reaching to the bark was
the arch of it all
G#m
A
Reaching to the bark was the arch of it all
B
Reaching to the bark was
the arch of it all
Reaching to the bark was the arch
F#m
of it all
Outro 1
C#m
B
C#m
F#m
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