Forged chords and lyrics - JOSH MARTINEZ

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[Intro 1]
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[Verse 1]
You know [Am]I've made things
with clay [Em]and been covered with mud
I've seen men do miracles,
hands covered in blood
I've [Am]covered it much and
[Em]been subjected to flood
I've been forged in fire and
rejected as it does
We need [Am]a charge of the light [Em]bri
gade and sack the old city
I'm too young to be a justice,
stuck in sudden self -pity
Everybody [Am]gets down,
[Em]I was sunken feeling shitty
Decisions made, regret it,
get vetoed by committee
I [C]just want a milk and tofu,
I eat meat and potatoes
And I'm into anarch[Cm]ism,
feminism and landscaping
[C]And I measure this a system
and our times are wasting
Just pick it up to pieces,
and stick it [Fm]up for feces
[Am]I don't always wanna get[Em] shit on,
shower and shave
And find out fast the last
thing our enemies spray
I [Am]killed a lot of time [Em]watching cable lately
The art of conversation
interferes with cheers
You can't [Am]make anyone [Em]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,
so [Cdim]reach for the r[Cm]eefer
[C]Why does every channel serve
up a different sermon?
I know I prefer my pulpit in the
sewer [Fm]with the [C]vermin[Fm]
I [Am]once went to church,
[Em]now I choose the
Godfather
On
DVD
Trilogy as the source of my divinity
And [Am]pass by the
[Em]Pope, and look to a
Coppola to cope with the
end of the rope type thing
I bring a [Am]critical view [Em]to the pew,
cause too much starts up as fiction like the taming
of the shrew
And [Am]then gets miscon[Em]strued,
so I snuck out
of midnight mass at the risk
of being rude
Because [C]the words were nonsense,
the pacing
unbearable
So I don't drive on
Sunday [Cm]cause the traffic
is terrible I've [C]got plenty of confidence,
I don't need
a leader
If you wonder what I worship, then it's at
the [Fm]movie theater admir[C]ing the
off -color humor of the
Coen brothers
Loving
Hitchcock,
Scorsese,
[Cm]Kubrick, and many others
My de[C]votion is deep like
Michael's disappointment in
Fredo
And my mind's manipulated [Fm]like
Plato
But [C]not by a pastor or minister
I manipulate the [Cm]fast [C]forward
[Cm]As a method of confession
Address[C]ing the sins of past years
Attempting to cleanse like an invention
of
Louis
[Fm]Pastors
You know [Am]I've made things with clay
[Em]And made cover with mud
I've seen men do miracles
Hands covered in blood
I've [Am]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
I'm gonna fucking find [C]out his
address and kill that motherfucker
I don't blame him, [Cm]I've said it myself
[C]When you're close to something
You feel you know the truth about it
And [Fm]when
[C]People magazine's writing about it,
you know they're not going to have the truth.
They have a very distor
[Cm]ted view of [Cdim]it.
An[Cm]d you realiz[C]e that that's what the entire world sees,
and that's what the entire world
thinks about.
An[Fm]d they're wrong.