G | G | G | GD | D C | G | GG Here's to the god of false fresh starts Who's worshipers can be found wherever you areD C G With a fresh (gym card) and a bear claw in each handG Raise up your glass to the saint of life's causes He's had His eye on me since I started walkingD C G He gave me my first title which said "I'm free to a good home"C G But my God and your God they don't get alongD As miserable apart as they were as oneC G Oh, my God and your God they don't get alongD Chashing each other like the moon chase the sunG Here's to the lady I won't say her name The moment I do it mean she won't come againD | G | G D | But a roll of the dice could mean a change in all our storiesG Throw a penny in the jar to my old (bout with death)Welcomed by some, terrifies all the restD C G But a couple of whiskies in (you see, he's a right proper gent)C G But my God and your God they don't get alongD As miserable apart as they were as oneC G Oh, my God and your God they don't get alongD Chashing each other like the moon chase the sunC G My God and your God they're one in the sameD Just hurting themselves to see if the other feels the painC G My God and your God, oh things will never changeD G Chasing each other to the end of our days (Strum following chords once and let ring)G Give a smile and a towel to those wet born again'sBm Wash away regret to hold their won't's in againC D Em I must admit to myself I find the constant quite appealing. (Resume patterned strumming)G Give one day a week to the god of song and drinkBm If one's not enough then give more if you canC D G Cause this world's kinda rough and we could all use a soul vacationC G But my God and your God they don't get alongD As miserable apart as they were as oneC G Oh, my God and your God they don't get alongD Chashing each other like the moon chase the sunC G Oh my God and your God they're one in the sameD Just hurting themselves to see if the other feels the painC G Oh my God and your God oh things will never changeD Chasing each other till the end of our daysC G My God and your God just fuck everythingD Dm D Bring temples to the ground to see the other not winC G My God and your God were once in love D | G | G C | G (Single Strum)| So disfigured, just look what they've become
My God And Your God
To Kill a King
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