God Made The Virus
McCarthy
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Verse 1
A D/A In this hotbed of vice, in this nursery of sin A D/A Let them perish like flies in the reckoning A D/A Your evil acts that none can name A D/A Let them pave the way to the grave A D/A A D/A God made the virus to punish the wicked A D/A A D/A Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new, in the new, in the new
Verse 2
A D/A The sixties was an evil time A D/A Everybody took drugs and had sex all the time A D/A On the darkest night was the day to them A D/A But a sun arose to kill them A D/A A D/A God made the virus to punish the wicked A D/A A Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new
Chorus
Bm D This pious plague A E Is seeking out sin Bm D Makes me believe A A It's our turn to win
Verse 3
A D/A Though you've slaughtered the foe of the family A D/A This holy disease wastes the enemy A D/A If you'd only send a special death A D/A For the lesbians and the communists A D/A A D/A God made the virus to punish the wicked A D/A A Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new
Chorus
Bm D This pious plague A E Is seeking out sin Bm D Makes me believe A A It's our turn to win
Outro
A D/A God made the virus to punish the wicked A D/A Let the bells ring out the old and ring in the new A D/A A* God made it to punish the wicked
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