Oh My God

[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 G/B C/E F Lost and found, ailing wanderers, healers always say... Am G G/B 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 G/B C/E F War creators, racial haters, preachers always say... Am G G/B C/E F Distant fathers, fallen warriors, givers always say... Am G G/B C/E F Pilgrim saints, lonely widows, users always say... Am G G/B C/E F Fearful mothers, watchful doubters, Saviors always say... Am Sometimes I can not forgive G G/B 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 G/B 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 G/B 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 G/B 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 G/B 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 G/B 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 G/B 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.