God Is Dead

C                   F           C
Sobriety's good but so is being high
C                       F          C
Society's fine with the passage of time
C                  F       C
Try slow it down so I can unwind
C                   F           Am      Em F
Tragedy's comedy if you can get through it
               Am      Em F
If you can get through it


[Verse 2]
C                        F         C
Perspective's impossible from this position
          C                           F       C
I don't care either way, don't make it my decision
             C                           F          C
I'm not the one with the plan, I'm the one with the vision
C                    F           Am      Em F
Tragedy is comedy if you can get through it
               Am      Em F
If you can get through it


[Chorus]
G                F
God is dead and reality is fake
C
It's a hive mind nightmare of a dying race
          G                    F
And there is no luck and there is no fate
C
And nobody cares about you or your pain
Am           Em             F
That becomes freedom if you look at it that way
Am           Em             F
That becomes freedom if you look at it that way

C

[Verse 3]
C                                      C
I've always been more distressing than cool
C                       F            C
I'm a blood nose on the first day of school
     C                   F             C
My own quiet life at the bottom of the pool
C                   F           Am      Em F
Tragedy's comedy if you can get through it
               Am      Em F
If you can get through it


[Verse 4]
C                      F         C
Come a long way from a neck in a noose
     C                      F        C
Look me in the eye and call that an excuse
  C                        F        C
I wasn't sure what to make tight or keep loose
C                        F                 Am     Em F
Was never a boy scout, so I fell straight through it
                Am      Em F
I fell straight through it


[Chorus]

G                F
God is dead and reality is fake
C
It's a hive mind nightmare of a dying race
          G                    F
And there is no luck and there is no fate
C
And nobody cares about you or your pain
Am           Em             F
That becomes freedom if you look at it that way
Am           Em             F
That becomes freedom if you look at it that way
Am           Em             F
                                 Yeah, that way
Am           Em             F

[Outro]
F
But I wanna be
C                           F
The boy at the bar mitzvah, the child at the christening
Am                         G
The corpse at the funeral, the bride at the wedding
    C                        F
And none of this matters, so we shouldn't just stop
         Am                G                          C
Not with all the perpetual motion we've got or we had
           F
Who knows? Not like I'm going to shows
    Am                    G
I'm pissing in the wind, I don't know which way it blows
C                               F
Coming straight out of Box Hill like a bat out of hell
Am                             G               C
If you're not gonna forget me, remember me well