Past Belief

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E
Lord
          B
Show me a sign
                  E
That you’re still there
               A
That you still care
                  E
That you’re still with me
               B
That you still know me
         A         B
Before I resign
          E
Show me a sign
        E
I can’t laugh
        C#m
I can’t weep
                 E
Five nights in a row now
                 B
Not a second of sleep
          A
Is there something
               C#m
You want me to know
       A               B
Well I wish you’d tell me what
                     E
Give me some kind of show
            E
How ‘bout a meteor
              C#m
Or a shooting star
          E
Or even a drunk
                          B
Getting thrown out of the bar
            A
I’m getting impatient
            C#m
And hope is expensive
        A
And I’m running low on
B                E
Everything these days
               E
The waters are rising
                    C#m
And the world is on fire
               E
We’re all just gasoline
                B
For the funeral pyre
               A
In the palaces morons
                 C#m
In the hospitals ghouls
A                B
Murderers in the towns
            E
Rats in the schools
          E
Armies of zombies
                 C#m
And the generals fishing
         E
And baby Jesus
             B
On a suicide mission
           A
And little Mohammed
             C#m
Lifeless and brown
    A                 B
And drowning faceless scarecrows
            E
Wearing the crown
             E
Ten thousand whistlers
              C#m
Off-track and off-tune
        E
Sixteen drummers
                     B
Wearing some kind of rune
             A
Some kind of amulet
                   C#m
Some pre-Christian cross
    A               B
And one man’s lucky roll
                 E
Is another man’s loss
                      E
Lord, you should have been there
              C#m
Last Saturday night
                 E
I broke a couple barstools
                 B
And I broke up a fight
              A
I broke three fingers
                    C#m
They looked kind of Egyptian
        A               B
And the doctor wouldn’t see me
          E
Without a prescription
           E
If this is how
               C#m
It’s all gonna go
                E
I might as well pile up
                             B
Frequent flier miles and lay low
                A
I might as well buy up
               C#m
Some spiritual trinkets
A                   B
Line the walls with paint
             E
And start to drink it
             E
It’s hard to believe
                   C#m
It’s goin’ down so fast
              E
When Einstein died
                           B
He thought you built it to last
                        A
But they threw him in a hole
                   C#m
And they stole his brain
    A
And three days later
   B                      E
It washed up again in the rain
                      E
Lord, I’ll make you a bargain
               C#m
I’ll cut you a deal
                    E
They can cut off my eyelids
            B
And I won’t squeal
                   A
I won’t spill your secrets
                 C#m
My soul’s locked tight
     A
Just please let me
B                  E
Get a little sleep tonight
               E
Fifty thousand horses
             C#m
Ten thousand sheep
              E
I’d trade ‘em all
                     B
For just a second of sleep
                     A
The kind with dreams though
               C#m
You gotta have dreams
     A                B
I’ve heard about what happens
             E
At the other extreme
                  E
Yeah without them dreams
       C#m
You go insane
                 E
It’s like having mayonnaise
               B
Shot into your brain
                  A
But maybe I’m the exception
                  C#m
Every dog has its day
A                     B
Maybe I’m a brand new species
            E
What do you say
E C#m E B A C#m A B E
                E
So look out the window
                       C#m
Might be something out there
                   E
Maybe something to read
                B
Here’s a Vanity Fair
          A
Winter is coming
         C#m
That’s a relief
        A                B
And I’m willing to go on faith
             E
But I’m past belief
E C#m E B A C#m A B E