The Gods Must Be Lying Ukulele chords by Phemiec

Tuning: G C E A (G C E A)

Difficulty: Novice

Intro:
Bb                         F         Am              G
There’s a boy here lying quiet in my shadow like a prayer
Bb                    F          Am             G
he drips from every angle into colours that I wear
Bb                   F             Am          G
he wanders like an saint on predatory pilgrimage
         Bb           F                 Am                 G
with a grimace and a limp he puts his wrist against my cartilage
     Bb            F              Am                  G
and I could separate these bones, I could pack them into prose,
 Bb                 F            Am            G
or I could hold a cancer in my soul until it overflows,
     Bb            F              Am                       G
but there is only boy and breath, gentle handprints on my chest.
Bb                 F                Am            G
mouthing little darling, deepest, loveliest of sacrilege.
     Bb   F   Am   G    Bb    F  Am  G
This boy of filth, he’s born of Gods,he..
 Bb      F      Am     G
clutches at my flaws, he
Bb        F       Am  G
drags me from my holocaust..
    Bb    F  Am    G   Bb          F     Am  G
he takes my limbs, he wraps them around him,he..
Bb        F     Am            G         Bb      F         Am
takes my shake and takes my sick and feeds me bread and then…
      Bb                F                    Am             G             Bb
these violent wall eyed dreams that mite their way into my fear of me and mine
                 F            Am                G                     Bb
these wines and sugars in my blood they mutter “Take your claws and climb
             F               Am                   G           Bb
the inch of every pale moon love, you once swore you’d pay nevermind.”
           F              Am              G           D#    Bb
When I am on the side of you, I’d say my gods were always lying

Verse 2:
Bb                               F               Am
There’s a girl pacing around me, proselytizing parasite.
     Bb            F          Am              G
Her sick, acidic logic ridicules the ancient rite.
     Bb                   F            Am              G
and when her teeth break up on me like tiny cliffs of chalk,
   Bb             F                Am             G
I crash into her canyon, lick the injuries she likes to mock.
     Bb              F                  Am               G
And I could cut her down to size, It’s half as hard as compromise,
    Bb              F                  Am                G
or I could watch a blind sleepwalker creep all sweet and none-the-wise,
    Bb             F        Am     G           D#
but there is only girl and grin, curling up under my skin,
Bb              F            Am              G
picture you and I forgetting why we let the other in.
Bb         F    Am   G
This judge of what, she’s
Bb    F Am   G
born of mud,she
Bb       F      Am    G
answers to no blood,she
Bb        F      Am      G
will not let me chew the cud.
     Bb    F   Am     G
She spits and swells,she
Bb        F        Am    G
wears her wretched well,she

(Strum once)                    (normal strumming)
 Bb       F        Am      G      Bb        F          Am        G
holds my soul with taxes, tolls, and takes it straight to hell...
       Bb                F                    Am             G             Bb
these violent wall eyed dreams that mite their way into my fear of me and mine
                 F            Am                G                     Bb
these wines and sugars in my blood they mutter “Take your claws and climb
           F               Am                   G           Bb
the inch of every rotten hate, I once swore "I’d pay nevermind!”
           F              Am              G           D#    Bb
When I am on the side of you, you’d say your law was always lying.
Bb        D#        Bb
My Gods, they must be lying.
Lying…