Dept Of False Hope

Bad Religion

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Tom:
Bm Welcome, my son,
A To where the work is never done
F# G And the hungry are seldom ever fed.
Bm The department of false hope
A Is a proving ground for dopes.
D E F# And they'll grind your tiny bones to make their bread. (Hosanna.)
G D A F# C# D So hold your head up high, forgotten man.
G D A F# C# D Tomorrow won't be made for you.
G D A F# C# D And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand.
G A D For god and man, there's nothing more to do.
Bm It crackled on the radio
A Through bright plumes of the sun.
F# G The announcer said the age of faith was dead.
Bm Though the adolescent nation
A Was just looking for salvation,
D E F# The beast of reason reared its ugly head. (Hosanna.)
G D A F# C# D So hold your head up high, forgotten man.
G D A F# C# D Tomorrow's not for me and you.
G D A F# C# D And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand.
G A D For god and man, there's nothing more to do.
Bm
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Bm
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D E F#
G From your cradle of destruction,
A With the poorest of instruction
Bm A G And the merest sliver of a tune,
F# C# D Oh, you managed somehow to muddle through.
G D A F# C# D So hold your head up high, forgotten man.
G D A F# C# D Tomorrow's not for me and you.
G D A F# C# D And everybody's gotta try to lend a helping hand.
G A D Bm For god and man, there's nothing more to do.
G A There is nothing more...
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