The Gods Must Be Lying Ukulele chords by Phemiec
Guitar chords with lyrics
- 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…
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