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Bm F# Bm F#
Bm F#
We are damned and we are dead
Bm F#
all god's children to be sent
Bm A
to our perfect place in the sun
G F#
and in the dirt
Bm F#
There's a windshield in my heart
Bm F#
we are bugs so smeared and scarred
Bm A
and could you stop the meat from thinking
G
before I swallow all of it,
F#
could you please?
G Bb A
Put me in the motorcade
G Bb A
put me in the death parade
G Bb A
dress me up and make me
G F#
dress me up and make me
your dying god
Bm
angel with needles
F#
poked through our eyes
Bm
and let the ugly light
F#
of the world in
Bm A
and we were no longer blind
G F#
and we were no longer blind
G Bb A
Put me in the motorcade
G Bb A
put me in the death parade
G Bb A
dress me up and make me
G F#
dress me up and make me
your dying god
Bm F#
Now we hold the "ugly head"
Bm F#
the Mary-whore is at the bed
Bm A
They've cast the shadow of our perfect death
G F#
in the sun and in the dirt.
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