Pornography Will Murder You chords

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Artist: Curt Vernon
[INTRO]
[A] [F#m] x3

[VERSE]
[A]Pornography will murder you and then he'll go and marry your [F#m]wife.
[A]It will convince her that it's you and it'll sleep with her 'most every [F#m]night
[A]Pornography's a prostitute and yet you let it father your [F#m]children.
Satan [A]told you it's a secret, yet it's openly molesting yo[F#m]ur everything.
[D] Your friends, your soul, your pers[F#m]onality,
[D] Your wife, your kids, and your e[F#m]ternity
[D] You sold your own self into [F#m]slavery;
[D] We've sold our own selves into [F#m]slavery.

[CHORUS]
[D]I'd love to say "we're all just [A]fine, cause we're forgiven,
God sits and [D]smiles as we rape women, on our com[F#m]puter screens,"
[D]But I'm afraid it's not the [A]case, 'cause heaven's gates just aren't a [D]place
For those of us who aren't re[F#m]pentant.
[D]So come and mourn, let's grieve our [A]sin like we're in labour,
'Till We're con[D]vinced without a Saviour, we're the [F#m]Devil's sons.
[D]Still don't seem right that heaven [A]died - got crucified -
To make our sc[D]arlet letters white, and give us [F#m]life.

[HOOK]
[D]A grace this grand demands gratitude that's [A]great.
[D]A grace this grand demands gratitude that's [A]great.
[D]A grace this grand demands gratitude that's [A]great.
Ya know, [E]grace this grand demands gratitude that's [F#m]great as [E]well.[D]

[VERSE]
[D]We are all the woman, forced in[A]to the temple walls,
With all of t[E]hose who think themselves holiest, d[F#m]ragging us by the arms.
[D]We're all pushed to the ground, condem[A]nation was the only sound
Our [E]ears were trained to hear, or so we tho[F#m]ught.
Til a [D]man, who for the sake of this s[A]tory we'll name light,
He bent and s[E]cribbled in the dirt and pissed off all t[F#m]hose pharisaically pious,
He [D]bent to catch our eye, said "Your ad[A]ultery child, that's mine".
And a [E]hundred thousand stones all wrote the [F#m]very same song:
They sang, '[D]Go in the liberation of, a [A]thousand dead men risen,
And a [E]thousand hearts purified by grace that's [F#m]yet to find its limits, oh
[D]Go in the liberation of, a [A]thousand dead men risen,
And a [E]thousand hearts purified by grace that's [F#m]yet to find its limits, oh.
'C[D]ause all of your accusers have now [A]dropped their stones, and [E]they,
They walked [F#m]away, they [E]walked [D]away
They walked [F#m]away, they [E]walked [D]away

[OUTRO]
[D]Jesus stood up and said to her, [A]"Woman, where are they? Has [E]no one condemned you?"
And s[F#m]he said... [D]Jesus stood up and said to [A]her, "Woman, where are they? Has [E]no one condemned you?"
And s[F#m]he said...
N.C.
She said[D] ; 'No one Lord, no one [A]Lord, no one Lord, oh, no one [E]Lord, no one L[F#m]ord'
Oh, she said[D] ; 'No one Lord, no one [A]Lord, no one Lord, oh, no one [E]Lord, no one L[F#m]ord'
[D]Peace on you [A]all, go sin no more;[E] peace on you [F#m]all.
[D]Peace on you [A]all, go sin no more;[E] peace on you [F#m]all.
[D]Peace on you [A]all, go sin no more;[E] peace on you [F#m]all.
[D]Peace on you [A]all, go sin no more;[E] peace on you [F#m]all.
(quieter and softer)
[D]Peace on you [A]all, go sin no more;[E] peace on you [F#m]all.
[D]Peace on you [A]all, go sin no more;[E] peace on you [F#m]all.
[E] Peace on you [F#m]all; [E] peace on you [F#m]all.
[A]Pornography will murder you, and then he'll go and marry your [F#m]wife.
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