Oh My God.

Jars Of Clay

  • Am
  • C
  • C/E
  • Em
  • F
  • G
Tom:
Intro: Am F C G
Am F Oh my God, look around this place,
C Your fingers reach around the bone,
G you set the break and set the tone
Am F For flights of grace, and future falls
C G F In present pain all fools say,"Oh my God."
( C G F C G )
Am F Oh my God, why are we so afraid?
C We make it worse when we don't bleed,
G There is no cure for our disease.
Am F Turn a phrase and rise again,
C G Or fake your death and only tell your closest friends,
F Oh My God.
( C G F C G F C )
Am F Oh my God, can I complain?
C G You take away my firm belief and graft my soul upon your grief.
Am F Weddings, boats, and alibis,
C G All drift away, and a mother cries...
Liars and fools, sons and failures, theives will always say...
Am G Em C/E F Lost and found, ailing wanderers, healers always say...
Am G Em C/E F Whores and angels, men with problems, leavers always say...
Am G C/E F Broken hearted, separated, orphans always say...
Am G Em C/E F War creators, racial haters, preachers always say...
Am G Em C/E F Distant fathers, fallen warriors, givers always say...
Am G Em C/E F Pilgrim saints, lonely widows, users always say...
Am G Em C/E F Fearful mothers, watchful doubters, Saviors always say...
Am Sometimes I can not forgive
G Em and these days mercy cuts so deep,
C/E If the world was how it should be,
F maybe I could get some sleep.
Am While I lay, I'd dream we're better,
G Em scales were gone and faces lighter,
C/E When we wake we hate our brother,
F we still move to hurt each other,
Am Sometimes I can close my eyes
G Em and all the fear the keeps me silent,
C/E Falls below my heavy breathing,
F what makes me so badly bent?
Am We all have a chance to murder,
G Em we all have the need for wonder.
C/E F We still want to be reminded that the pain is worth the plunder.
Am Sometimes when I lose my grip,
G Em I wonder what to make of heaven,
C/E All the times I thought to reach up,
F all the times I had to give up.
Am Babies underneath their beds,
G Em in hospitals that can not treat them.
C/E All the wounds that money causes,
F all the comforts of cathedrals,
Am All the cries of thirsty children,
G Em this is our inheritance,
C/E All the rage of watching mothers,
F this is our greatest offense
F G Am F Oh my God, Oh my God, Oh my God.
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Composição: Charlie Lowell, Dan Haseltine e Matt Odmark

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