And chords by Tally Hall

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

N.C.
Love of the son

Verse 1:
Bm         E
Came back again
   Bm        E
To make it clear that
G         C             F#
He never said it would meet demand
Bm           E
Shame on a martyr
Bm          E
Claiming friends from
G          A          B
Either perspective of &

Chorus 1:
Em
Weak & Strong &
B
Wet & Dry &
Em7      A7
Right & Wrong &
B
Live & Die &
Em
Sane & Gone &
B
Love & Not &
Em7     Am7     C    B
All the &s that we forgot so

Verse 2:
Bm              E
Sing while you hear it
Bm       E
Don't deny it
G             F                F#
Leave if you can't stand the thought of it
Bm         E
Come back again
   Bm           E
To make things stand
     G        A           B
With no disrespect to the &

Chorus 2:
Em
High & Low &
B
New & Old &
Em7    A7
Stop & Go &
B
Hot & Cold &
Em
John & Yoko
B
Dark & Light
       C     Em              B
It's almost time to say goodnight to it

B C#m B C#m C F#

B Em B G A B A

Verse 3:
Bm           E
They took a lesson
Bm          E
From their fathers
G               F             F#
Told them that they were the same command
Bm              E
Wait for their minds
    Bm      E
To make complete
       G           A           B
Their lives stuck beside every &

Chorus 3:
Em
Words & Numbers &
B
Sound & Silence
Em7       A7
Stop the peace &
B
Keep the violence
Em
No & Yes &
B
We digress
Em
It lives with sad & happiness
   Bbm
Oh God



Bbm
Big bad Betty of the 'pocalypse
                         F
She opens her lips & it goes like this
F
When the golden rule & the jungle meet
F
There'll be nothing to love &
            Bbm
There'll be no one to beat
Bbm
Oh the things we know
Bbm
The things we don't
                            F
The things we think we can will & won't

We're loath to gather that nothing's left
                           Bbm
We're all together & we're all bereft
Bm
Capitalists & communists
                              F#
You did the hokey-pokey & it went like this

You hate each other & you love yourselves
                         Bm
It might be heaven & it might be hell
Bm
Oh the things we do
Bm
The things we say
Bm
Oh the things we wish we could wash away