Am, B7, Dm, E7, Am, Am, B7
AmPeoB7ple, what Dmhave E7you AmdoneAm, B7
DmLocked Him E7in His Amgolden B7, Dm, E7cage, goldenAmcageAm, B7
Am B7 Dm E7 Am Am B7
AmMade Him B7bend toDm, E7 your re, AmE7ligionAm, B7
Dm E7 Am Am B7 (Dm E7) Am B7 Dm E7
Him resurDmrected E7from Amthe graveDm, E7, Am, B7, from the AmgraveAm, B7
DHe is the God of Gnothing,
If that's Call Gthat you can seeAm, B7, Dm, E7, Am, Am, B7, Dm, E7, Am
You Dare the God of Geverything,
He's Cinside Gyou and me.D, CaddD, D
So Amlean B7upon Him Dm, E7, AmgentAm, B7ly
Dm E7 Am .
And don't Dmcall on E7him to Amsave
Am B7 Dm E7 Am Am B7
you Amfrom B7your Dm, E7, Amsocial gracesAm, B7
and Amthe B7sins you Dm, E7, Amused to waiveAm, B7.
The Dbloody Church of GEngland,
in Cchains of histoGry,D, CaddD, D
ReDquests your earthly Gpresence
at the CvicaGrage for tea.D, CaddD, D
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 Dm, E7 je možné vynechávat, doprovod je lepší klavírní než kytara)
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