Grace Petrie

Grace Petrie

God Save The Hungry
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Intro: B G#m E B G#m 

verse 1 
E      B 
I'm agitated 
F# 
For not thinking it's cool 
B 
Some were born to suffer, 
E                       G#m 
While some were born to rule 
G#m 
Does that make me a traitor 
           E           B 
Before you start words around 
            E            B                 F# 
Please understand that I love this land of mine 

Pre-Chorus 
E 
And ya, it's true God ain't my thing 
B                 F# 
But if He was I'd rather sing 
E 
For all of the refugees 
B            F# 
Parishing in foreign seas 
E 
Thoses bodies washed upon the shores 
Bm                    F# 
For fleeing our state sponsored wars 
E 
And our leader sees nothing wrong 
B                F# 
So I wrote him a brand new song, 


[Refrão]
E B That go's, God save the hungry G#m God save the poor E B God save those desperate souls F# G#m Whose lifes were torn apart by war B God save the homeless F# G#m And those with dis-a-bilities E B And all the other targets of F# G#m This heartless ideology B And there's a long and shameful list F# G#m Of folks we need God to assist B F# But those who sleep in palaces at night E B I think there doing alright Instrumental B G#m B G#m verse 2 E B And Britain could be greater F# If it had fairness at it's heart B Oh, this nation altogether E B is more than the sum of it's parts G#m But the'll call you a traitor B For even daring to believe E B F# A slight of hand from those who bleed this land dry Pre-Chorus E And ya, it's true God ain't my thing B F# But if He was I'd rather sing E For all of the refugees B F# Parishing in foreign seas E Thoses bodies washed upon the shores B F# For fleeing our state sponsored wars E And our leader sleeps sound at night B F# 'Cause he's got all the lyrics right
[Refrão]
E B Well, God save the hungry F# G#m God save the poor E B God save those desperate souls F# G#m Whose lifes were torn apart by war G#m God save the homeless F# G#m And those with dis-a-bilities E B And all the other targets of F# G#m This heartless ideology B And there's a long and shameful list F# G#m Of folks we need God to assit E B F# But those who sleep in palaces at night G#m F# E I think there doing alright G#m F# E I think there doing alright verse 3 F# So give me a song, G#m And thoe I'm sticking my throat B F# If you agree the only power we should respect E F# Is that from common folks G#m So give me a song, G#m that won't stick in my throat B E B F# To see our millionaire politicians safe E We're all in the same boat Pre-Chorus E And ya, it's true God ain't my thing B F# But if He was I'd rather sing E For all of the refugees B F# Parishing in foreign seas E B Thoses bodies washed upon the shores F# For fleeing our state sponsored wars E B And our leader see's nothing wrong F# So raise your voices sing a long
[Refrão]
G#m E B Yae, God save the hungry F# G#m And God save the poor B God save those desperate souls F# G#m Whose lifes were torn apart by war B God save the homeless F# G#m And those with dis-a-bilities F# E B And all the other targets of F# G#m This sorry ideology B And my gratitude to all the brave F# G#m soldiers spinn' in their grave F# B F# To see the beating mess they've made G#m Of the sacrifice they gave B To tare apart this worthless state F# G#m And all that ever made Britain great B F# Well those who sleep in palaces tonight E B G#m Yae, their still doing alright B G#m B Their still doing alright

Enviado por: Tercio Moraes

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