God Hates Facts
[Intro] C G C G [Verse 1] C G It's not divine, it's not intelligent design, Em C G C it's not the eucharist or your confession time G It's just the path where we depart the most, the cop, the kid, the Holy Ghost, Em C G another scripture scribbled through with lines. [Chorus] D Em D I don't blame you for needing something to believe, C but give me hands that help instead of lips that pray, G C G this isn't judgement day. [Verse 2] C G Your God is real, insofar as the shame he made you feel Em has caused a sadness C G that you're scared to leave behind C G Self-loathing in your bones, no hope for rolling back the stone, Em C G you found mythology could ease your muddled mind. [Chorus] D Em D I don't blame you for needing something to believe, C but give me hands that help instead of lips that pray, G C G this isn't judgement day. [Instrumental] C G Em C G D Em D C G C G [Bridge] G A phonecall at the break of dawn A pain you've never felt before Em Bad news in a soothing voice G Another bloody lousy choice Queue behind an old acquaintance Pay the price for your impatience Em Make eye contact as you leave G Wiping tears with your sleeve. G It's sweaty palms on your big day Forgot the psalm the preacher sang Em Lose another awkward fight G Then read the book of Job by candlelight Skimmed over the obituaries Typos in the prophecy Em These vineyards smell like cemeteries G But there's no such thing as booze for free. Em Superstition or religion G in the church where you were christened Em eyeing the collection tin G Be sure to put your coppers in C Politics and economics D The nervous ticks of an alcoholic C Waster in his father's suit D The rotting flesh of the forbidden fruit. Em Meet me at the reservoir D The world got smaller, things got harder C Say a toast to an absent friend Then tell yourself you'll make amends Em Then lie again and say you're fine D Your breath smells like Communion wine C There's nothing left round here for you So do what you're supposed to do. Em And meet meat the reservoir D C Your plans were scuppered from the very start Em The world got smaller, things got harder D C A fading light; another broken heart G So come and meet me at the reservoir. [Outro] D Em D I don't blame you for needing something to believe, C in fact we all put faith in things we can't explain Em D C The way a funeral seems more poignant in the rain Em D C But give me hands that help instead of lips that pray, G this isn't judgment day.