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God Hates Facts Chords

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[Intro]

C G C G


[Verse 1]

C G
  It’s not divine, it’s not intelligent design, 
             Em           C               G    C
it’s not the eucharist or your confession time
G
It’s just the path where we depart the most, 

the cop, the kid, the Holy Ghost, 
  Em              C                      G
another scripture scribbled through with lines.


[Chorus]

        D                     Em             D
I don’t blame you for needing something to believe, 
            C
but give me hands that help instead of lips that pray, 
                     G    C G
this isn’t judgement day.


[Verse 2]

C G                                 
  Your God is real, insofar as the shame he made you feel
             Em
has caused a sadness 
            C               G     
that you’re scared to leave behind
C    G
Self-loathing in your bones, no hope for rolling back the stone, 
             Em           C                 G
you found mythology could ease your muddled mind.


[Chorus]

        D                     Em             D
I don’t blame you for needing something to believe, 
            C
but give me hands that help instead of lips that pray, 
                     G    C G
this isn’t judgement day.


[Instrumental]

C G Em C G D Em D C G
C G


[Bridge]

  G
A phonecall at the break of dawn

A pain you’ve never felt before
Em
Bad news in a soothing voice
 G
Another bloody lousy choice

Queue behind an old acquaintance

Pay the price for your impatience
Em
Make eye contact as you leave 
G
Wiping tears with your sleeve.

G
It’s sweaty palms on your big day

Forgot the psalm the preacher sang
Em
Lose another awkward fight
              G
Then read the book of Job by candlelight

Skimmed over the obituaries

Typos in the prophecy
      Em
These vineyards smell like cemeteries 
            G
But there’s no such thing as booze for free.

Em
Superstition or religion
G
in the church where you were christened
Em
eyeing the collection tin
   G
Be sure to put your coppers in
C
Politics and economics
    D
The nervous ticks of an alcoholic
C
Waster in his father’s suit
    D
The rotting flesh of the forbidden fruit.

Em
Meet me at the reservoir
    D
The world got smaller, things got harder
C
Say a toast to an absent friend

Then tell yourself you’ll make amends
     Em
Then lie again and say you’re fine
     D
Your breath smells like Communion wine
        C
There’s nothing left round here for you

So do what you’re supposed to do.

    Em
And meet meat the reservoir
     D                                        C
Your plans were scuppered from the very start
    Em
The world got smaller, things got harder
  D                            C
A fading light; another broken heart
                                G
So come and meet me at the reservoir.


[Outro]

        D                     Em            D
I don’t blame you for needing something to believe, 
           C
in fact we all put faith in things we can’t explain
          Em                D               C
The way a funeral seems more poignant in the rain
            Em              D                    C
But give me hands that help instead of lips that pray, 
                      G
this isn’t judgment day.
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