Gave Up On God chords and lyrics - FUN LOVIN' CRIMINALS

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[Intro 1]
[Em][B][D][A]
[C][B][Em][B]
[Em][B][Bm][A][C#dim]
[C][B][Em]
[B][Bm][C#dim]
[C][B]
[Em]
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[Verse 1]
All these [Em]people makin' choices with no
[B]Cause and effect check sayin' [Bm]their man is
The best. But [C#dim]yet they don't respect they
[C]Lie to elect. Then re[B]sent
the rest. Making
[Em]God's whole world
a mess I say it again. I
Make a wager that the saviour
hasn't [B]been
Back yet we got [Bm]many looking skyward like
The [C#m]man got a jet you see it [C]in the
Children's eyes. With
[B]in them they reflect
The [Em]love that we forget bring
me your poor.
Persecuted [B]huddled masses.
[Bm]Put them through
The system. And [C#m]kick their asses. T[C]ry to
Figure out why the [B]double edge slashes.
While the [Em]white rich men get
passes. We got
A thousand year beef [B]that's
still a problem.
[Bm]Since 1945 we just [C#m]threaten
to bomb 'em. But
[C]Now they're bombin'
back. And [B]still we aint
Got 'em you said. [Em]Never
forget. But we've
Forgotten.

[Verse 2]
Did you [Em]ever think the world would [B]get so
Hard [Bm]children killing children in our [A]own
Back yard did you [C]ever
think you'd [B]say that
You gave up on [Em]god
[B][Bm][A]
[C#dim][C][B]

[Verse 3]
[Em]
[C#dim]
[Em]Now try and pitcure this.
Through [B]all of the
Mist we're [Bm]taking out hits.
Scratchin' dick[C#m]s
Off the list we're [C]itchin'
to piss off.
Those kick[B]s we just lift
off. The kid[Em]s that
Just let off. The guns that we gift. The
Times that push cadence.
Re[B]flect all the
Ancients we [Bm]try to have patience. Through
[C#m]All of the hatred wi[C]th all
of this growin'.
It's [B]out of control. [Em]I'm sitting
on my sofa
Sedated. We got a lot in the way of.
[B]Acheiving a state. That
[Bm]don't try to relate
The tempta[C#m]tions of fate.
And [C]what's made us
Great? [B]All of this blood? Is [Em]this how we
Court the houses of
Saud? well we're
Sleeping with dogs. But detain
[B]ing the pack.
They're [Bm]stealing my rights
with the pat[C#m]riot
Act. With [C]Washington runnin'
the [B]drugs. And
The guns in. Some[Em]times
I thank god we got
Crack
[B][Bm][C#dim]
[C][B]

[Verse 4]
[Em]
Did you ever think the world would [B]get so
Hard [Bm]children killing children in our [C#dim]own
Back [C]yard[B][Em]
did you [C]ever
think [B]you'd say [C]tha[B]t
You gave [C]up on [B]god[Em][B]

[Outro 1]
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