G
Here's to the god of false fresh starts
Who's worshipers can be found wherever you are
D C G
With a fresh (gym card) and a bear claw in each hand
G
Raise up your glass to the saint of life's causes
He's had His eye on me since I started walking
D C G
He gave me my first title which said "I'm free to a good home"
C G
But my God and your God they don't get along
D
As miserable apart as they were as one
C G
Oh, my God and your God they don't get along
D
Chashing each other like the moon chase the sun
G
Here's to the lady I won't say her name
The moment I do it mean she won't come again
D | G | G D |
But a roll of the dice could mean a change in all our stories
G
Throw a penny in the jar to my old (bout with death)
Welcomed by some, terrifies all the rest
D C G
But a couple of whiskies in (you see, he's a right proper gent)
C G
But my God and your God they don't get along
D
As miserable apart as they were as one
C G
Oh, my God and your God they don't get along
D
Chashing each other like the moon chase the sun
C G
My God and your God they're one in the same
D
Just hurting themselves to see if the other feels the pain
C G
My God and your God, oh things will never change
D G
Chasing each other to the end of our days
(Strum following chords once and let ring)
G
Give a smile and a towel to those wet born again's
Bm
Wash away regret to hold their won't's in again
C D Em
I must admit to myself I find the constant quite appealing.
(Resume patterned strumming)
G
Give one day a week to the god of song and drink
Bm
If one's not enough then give more if you can
C D G
Cause this world's kinda rough and we could all use a soul vacation
C G
But my God and your God they don't get along
D
As miserable apart as they were as one
C G
Oh, my God and your God they don't get along
D
Chashing each other like the moon chase the sun
C G
Oh my God and your God they're one in the same
D
Just hurting themselves to see if the other feels the pain
C G
Oh my God and your God oh things will never change
D
Chasing each other till the end of our days
C G
My God and your God just fuck everything
D Dm D
Bring temples to the ground to see the other not win
C G
My God and your God were once in love
D | G | G C | G (Single Strum)|
So disfigured, just look what they've become