Jonathan’s Hope chords and lyrics - WHY?

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[Intro 1]
[G][F#][B]
[F#][Abm][F#][B]
[F#][Bbm][F#][Abm]
[F#]
[G]When I

[Verse 1]
got better from the mumps
Yes, my swollen nut and neck shrunk
[F#]But, though [D]subtle,
I can smell dis[B]tinctly
[G]Some sick an[D]d swollen stink,
still to this day stays [G]with me
And irked as some dumb tart from Illinois
In a shirt that says "I heart
Michigan boys"
But it's oy, still steel as a goy's gut
[D]Oh so con[G]cealed in the crease but
Slow pitching like a Vatican priest
to be Pope - - what?
Dope. So [Em]every morning
wake up with [G]hope
And [Ebm]at night fall [Em]asleep at
the end of your rope
[D]Alone [Em]pre tending [C]to cope[G]
But with [Am]all that's well I[Em]'ll yell
Good [Bm]god, what the hell, what [G]the fuck
A white [Em]dove on the hood
of a [Bm]two- ton [G]truck
It took me 30 years to learn my patterns
Just for shit to turn weird
in my return to Saturn
I [Ebm]feel the freezing [D]creep of greedy
sleep sneaking [G]in again
[D]Oh I don't have to [G]pull a shitty
fortune from dessert
Like the piss poor son of a serf
to know what I'm worth
I know what I'm de[D]served of
A freaking dirty dove [Ebm]dead
And a [D]bag of bread from [G]a sellout club
But will you spell out love in
the lashes life serves up?
Or am I just a red bump in the rash
of cash [F#]worship?[D][G][D][B][G][C][G]
But with [Am]all that's well I[Em]'ll yell
Good [Bm]god, what the hell, what the [G]fuck
A white [Em]dove on the hood
of a [Bm]two- ton [G]truck
Brief is the life of that bird
Who brings your secrets,
your deepest beefs and desires
Through [D]it's beak in a [C]minor
[G]squeak to be heard
Its [D]meaning complete no
[G]need for words
It might not last more than a week
And if this my final trip it be
Lord [D]take me [G]quick, let [D]me see ye
And please heed the needs
of my [G]family[C][G]
But with [Am]all that's well I[Em]'ll yell
Good [Bm]god, what the hell,
what [G]the fuck
A white [Em]dove on the hood
of a [Bm]two- ton truck
With [G]mangled fingers I play it and say it
[Bm]Plain in my octaves [C]with all that I've got
And for [Em]all that I'll not have
And cursing back to the [C]big bang
in slang they [G]sang[D][G][C][G]
But with [Am]all that's well I[Em]'ll yell
Good [Bm]god, what the hell,
what the [G]fuck
A white [Em]dove on the hood of a [Bm]two- ton [G]truck