Wind-up

D          Em7            D                F#
When I was young and they packed me off to school
G                 D               Asus4 Asus2 A
And taught me how not to play the game
D        Em7          D              F#
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
G               D            Asus4 Asus2 A
Or if they said that I was a fool

D                      Em7
So I left there in the morning
           D                        F#
With their God tucked underneath my arm
      G                 D               Asus4 Asus2 A A
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
     D                Em7
So I asked this God a question
       D           F#
And by way of firm reply,
G                          D                    Asus4 Asus2 A
He said - I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays

D               Em7             D          F#
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
G                      D              Asus4 Asus2 A
Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers
D            Em7
I don't believe you:
D                                F#
You had the whole damn thing all wrong
G                      D                 Asus4 Asus2 A
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays

G                      A             D             Bm
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday School
G                        A               Bm
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines

F# A Bm  x2
Bm

Bm
How do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son
G               D                 F#
When that was just an accident of birth
Bm
I'd rather look around me - compose a better song
G               D                       F#
'cos that's the honest measure of my worth
G                           A              D             Bm
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,
G                        A                 Bm
As you lick the boots of death born out of fear
Bm
When I was young and they packed me off to school
  G               D               F#
And taught me how not to play the game,
Bm
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
G                D              F#
Or if they said that I was a fool
Bm                     A
So I left there in the morning
           D                        Bm
With their God tucked underneath my arm
G                       A               Bm
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules

Bm

G                 A              D                 Bm
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday School
G                A                       Bm
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
D Em7 D F#
G D  Asus4 Asus2 A A

D          Em7            D                F#
When I was young and they packed me off to school
    G             D               Asus4 Asus2 A A
And taught me how not to play the game,
D        Em7          D              F#
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
G                    D       Asus4 Asus2 A A
Or if they said that I was a fool
D                Em7            D          F#
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
  G                    D              Asus4 Asus2 A A
Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers
G                      A             D             Bm
Well,you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday School
G                A                       Bm
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines

D            Em7
I don't believe you:
D                                F#
You had the whole damn thing all wrong
G             D               Asus4 Asus2 A A
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays

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