G D
It was not the hand of god
C G
That sped me on my way
D
Though it feels
C
For all the world
G
Like I was pushed
A show of hands
D
A row of houses
C G
Well I burned through them all
D
And while you slept
C
I became something
G
Far less merciful
D
And far less kind
C G
Nobody knows how this ends
D C
But it ends badly
G D
So don't cry
G
You look stupid when you cry