Tom: C
C
I chose all the right songs
F
Played all the right chords
C
Till the kids who still weren't singing
F
“Praise the Lord”
C
And the pastor yelled
F
About faith and hell
C F
And I soundtracked his words for affect
[Verse 1]
Dm C F
And everyone cried and cried and cried
Dm C F
Everyone cried and cried and cried
C F
And then we played kickball
[Chorus]
Am
Well is God just a feeling
C
You can use at your will?
Em
Beat your heart inside the loving
F
Pull the trigger when you kill
Am
Well your promise of a new life
C
Read closer to a warning
Em
So I don't blame anyone for passing
A# Am
What gets sold on Sunday morning
C F
On Sunday morning
[Verse 2]
C
Adrian sighed aloud
F
Closed the door
C F
Poured a high ball of Jamison
C F
And opened her eyes some more
C F
Asked did the Holy Spirit move?
C F
I used to do those drugs too
C F
But you can only come down that hard so often
Dm C F
And I insisted we aren't all that way
Dm C F
And I know He listens when I pray
C F
And then we fought about Friedrich Nietzsche
[Chorus]
Am
Well is God just a feeling
C
That I use at my will
Em
Like Elijah and his ravens
F
Gideon in the hills
Am
That promise of a new life
C
Read closer to a warning
Em
So I don't blame anyone for passing
A# Am
What gets sold on Sunday morning
C F
On Sunday morning
[Bridge]
G C F
And we danced singing Gold Dust Woman
G C F
Making promises I knew I shouldn't
G C F
She said stop trying to rescue me
Dm C F
I need more than a good feeling
C F
That's what you're offering
[Outro]
Am
On Sunday morning
F C
On Sunday morning
F C
Sunday morning
C A# Dm C F C (x2)
