Tuning: Standard
Odd chords (in order of appearance):
Cadd4: x-3-3-0-1-0
[Bb] ; x-1-3-3-3-1
[C7] ; x-3-2-3-1-0
[Fdim7] ; 1-x-0-1-0-1
[Cdim7] ; x-0-1-2-1-2
[G#] ; 4-6-6-5-4-4
[F]I have an apology to [C]make,
I'm afraid I've made a big [Dm]mistake,
Cadd4 [C]
I turned my face away from You, Lord.
[F]I was too blind to see the l[C]ight,
I was too weak to feel your [Dm]might,
Cadd4 [C]
I closed my eyes, I couldn't see the truth, Lord.
[E]But then like Saul on the Damascus [Am]road,
[E]You sent a messenger to me, and [Am]so,
I have [F]had the truth revealed to me,
Please forgi[Em]ve me all those things I said,
I'll [F]no longer betray you, Lord,
I will [G]pray to you instead.
And I will say [Bb]thank you, [F]thank you, [C]thank you God.
[Bb]Thank you, [F]thank you, [C]thank you God.
[C]Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts [G]of Sam's mum.
I had no idea but it's suddenly so clear,
Now I [C]feel such a cynic how could [C7]I have been so dumb?
[F]Thank you for displaying how praying works,
A par[C]ticular prayer in a particular church,
[D]Thank you Sam, for the chance to acknowledge this o[G]mnipotent ophthalmologist.
[C]Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts [G]of Sam's mum.
I didn't realise that it was so simple,
But you've [C]shown a great example of just [C7]how it can be done,
You [F]only need to pray in a particular spot,
To a part[C]icular version of a particular god,
And if you [D]pull that off without a hitch,
He will [G]fix one eye of one middle-class white bitch.
I [Am]know in the past my [Fdim7]outlook has been limited,
I [Am]couldn't see examples of where l[Fdim7]ife had been divinitive,
But [F]I can admit it when the [C]evidence is clear,
As [D]clear as Sam's mum's ne[G]w cornea.
That's extremely clear!
Extremely clear!
[C]Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts [G]of Sam's mum.
I have to admit that in the past I have been skeptical,
But [C]Sam described this miracle and [C7]I am overcome.
How [F]fitting that the sighting of a sight-based intervention,
Should [C]open my eyes to this exciting new dimension.
It's like [D]someone put an eye chart on the wall in front of me,
And the [G]top five letters say I-C-G-O-D.
[C]Thank you Sam, for showing how my point of view has [G]been so flawed.
I assumed there was no God at all but now I see that's cynical,
It's [C]simply that His interests aren't par[C7]ticularly broad.
He's [F]largely undiverted by the starving masses,
Or the [C]inequality between the various classes.
He [D]gives out strictly limited passes,
Rede[G]emable for surgery or two-for-one glasses.
I [Am]feel so shocking for his[Fdim7]torically mocking.
No, your [Am]interests are clearly con[Fdim7]fined to the ocular.
I [F]bet given the chance you'd esch[C]ew the divine,
And [D]start a little business selling [G]contacts online.
[C]Fuck me Sam, what are the odds that of [G]history's endless parade of gods,
[C]
That t[C7]he god that you just happen to be taught to believe in is the actual one and he
digs on healing,
But [F]not the AIDS-ridden African nations, or the [C]victims of the plague, or the
flood-addled Asians,
But [D]healthy, privately-insured Australians, with [G]common and curable corneal degeneration?
This [Am]story of Sam's has but a s[Fdim7]ingle explanation:
A [Am]surgical god who digs on [Fdim7]magic operations.
No it [Am]couldn't be mistaken attri[Fdim7]bution of causation,
[Am]Born of a coincidental [Fdim7]temporal correlation,
Ex[Am]acerbated by a general [Fdim7]lack of education,
[Am]Vis-a-vis physics in Sam's [Fdim7]parish congregation.
And it [F]couldn't be that all these pious [C]people are liars.
It [F]couldn't be an artifact of [C]confirmation bias.
A [F]product of group-think,
A [Cdim7]mass delusion,
An [G]Emperor's-New-Clothes-style [Fdim7]fear of exclusion.
No it's [Am]more likely to be an al[Fdim7]l-powerful magician,
Than the [Am]misdiagnosis of the in[Fdim7]itial condition,
Or [Am]one of many cases of spon[Fdim7]taneous remission,
Or a [Am]record-keeping glitch by the [Fdim7]local physician.
No, the [F]only explanation for [C]Sam's mum seeing:
They [F]prayed to an all-knowing [C]super-being.
To the [F]omnipresent master of the [Cdim7]universe,
And he [G]liked the sound of their [Fdim7]muttered verse.
So for a [Am]bit of a change from his [G]usual stunt,
Of being a [F]sexist, racist, [Em]murderous cunt,
He [F]popped down to Dandenong and [Em]just like that,
[F]Used his powers to [Cdim7]heal the cataracts,
[G]Of Sam's [G#]mum.
Of [A]Sam's mum.
-KEY CHANGE-
[D]Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts [A]of Sam's mum.
I didn't realise that it was such a simple thing.
I [D]feel such a ding-a-ling, what an ignorant scum.
[G]Now I understand how prayer can work,
A par[D]ticular prayer in a particular church,
In a part[G]icular style, with the particular stuff,
And for par[D]ticular problems that aren't particularly tough,
And for part[G]icular people, preferably white,
And for par[D]ticular senses, preferably sight,
A part[G]icular prayer in a particular spot,
To a par[Fdim7]ticular version of a particular god.
And if you [A]get that right, he just might,
[G]Take a break from giving babies malaria,
And [D]pop down to your local area,
To [E]fix the cataracts [A]of your [D]mum.
Hallelujah! [A] [D]
Odd chords (in order of appearance):
Cadd4: x-3-3-0-1-0
[Bb] ; x-1-3-3-3-1
[C7] ; x-3-2-3-1-0
[Fdim7] ; 1-x-0-1-0-1
[Cdim7] ; x-0-1-2-1-2
[G#] ; 4-6-6-5-4-4
[F]I have an apology to [C]make,
I'm afraid I've made a big [Dm]mistake,
Cadd4 [C]
I turned my face away from You, Lord.
[F]I was too blind to see the l[C]ight,
I was too weak to feel your [Dm]might,
Cadd4 [C]
I closed my eyes, I couldn't see the truth, Lord.
[E]But then like Saul on the Damascus [Am]road,
[E]You sent a messenger to me, and [Am]so,
I have [F]had the truth revealed to me,
Please forgi[Em]ve me all those things I said,
I'll [F]no longer betray you, Lord,
I will [G]pray to you instead.
And I will say [Bb]thank you, [F]thank you, [C]thank you God.
[Bb]Thank you, [F]thank you, [C]thank you God.
[C]Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts [G]of Sam's mum.
I had no idea but it's suddenly so clear,
Now I [C]feel such a cynic how could [C7]I have been so dumb?
[F]Thank you for displaying how praying works,
A par[C]ticular prayer in a particular church,
[D]Thank you Sam, for the chance to acknowledge this o[G]mnipotent ophthalmologist.
[C]Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts [G]of Sam's mum.
I didn't realise that it was so simple,
But you've [C]shown a great example of just [C7]how it can be done,
You [F]only need to pray in a particular spot,
To a part[C]icular version of a particular god,
And if you [D]pull that off without a hitch,
He will [G]fix one eye of one middle-class white bitch.
I [Am]know in the past my [Fdim7]outlook has been limited,
I [Am]couldn't see examples of where l[Fdim7]ife had been divinitive,
But [F]I can admit it when the [C]evidence is clear,
As [D]clear as Sam's mum's ne[G]w cornea.
That's extremely clear!
Extremely clear!
[C]Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts [G]of Sam's mum.
I have to admit that in the past I have been skeptical,
But [C]Sam described this miracle and [C7]I am overcome.
How [F]fitting that the sighting of a sight-based intervention,
Should [C]open my eyes to this exciting new dimension.
It's like [D]someone put an eye chart on the wall in front of me,
And the [G]top five letters say I-C-G-O-D.
[C]Thank you Sam, for showing how my point of view has [G]been so flawed.
I assumed there was no God at all but now I see that's cynical,
It's [C]simply that His interests aren't par[C7]ticularly broad.
He's [F]largely undiverted by the starving masses,
Or the [C]inequality between the various classes.
He [D]gives out strictly limited passes,
Rede[G]emable for surgery or two-for-one glasses.
I [Am]feel so shocking for his[Fdim7]torically mocking.
No, your [Am]interests are clearly con[Fdim7]fined to the ocular.
I [F]bet given the chance you'd esch[C]ew the divine,
And [D]start a little business selling [G]contacts online.
[C]Fuck me Sam, what are the odds that of [G]history's endless parade of gods,
[C]
That t[C7]he god that you just happen to be taught to believe in is the actual one and he
digs on healing,
But [F]not the AIDS-ridden African nations, or the [C]victims of the plague, or the
flood-addled Asians,
But [D]healthy, privately-insured Australians, with [G]common and curable corneal degeneration?
This [Am]story of Sam's has but a s[Fdim7]ingle explanation:
A [Am]surgical god who digs on [Fdim7]magic operations.
No it [Am]couldn't be mistaken attri[Fdim7]bution of causation,
[Am]Born of a coincidental [Fdim7]temporal correlation,
Ex[Am]acerbated by a general [Fdim7]lack of education,
[Am]Vis-a-vis physics in Sam's [Fdim7]parish congregation.
And it [F]couldn't be that all these pious [C]people are liars.
It [F]couldn't be an artifact of [C]confirmation bias.
A [F]product of group-think,
A [Cdim7]mass delusion,
An [G]Emperor's-New-Clothes-style [Fdim7]fear of exclusion.
No it's [Am]more likely to be an al[Fdim7]l-powerful magician,
Than the [Am]misdiagnosis of the in[Fdim7]itial condition,
Or [Am]one of many cases of spon[Fdim7]taneous remission,
Or a [Am]record-keeping glitch by the [Fdim7]local physician.
No, the [F]only explanation for [C]Sam's mum seeing:
They [F]prayed to an all-knowing [C]super-being.
To the [F]omnipresent master of the [Cdim7]universe,
And he [G]liked the sound of their [Fdim7]muttered verse.
So for a [Am]bit of a change from his [G]usual stunt,
Of being a [F]sexist, racist, [Em]murderous cunt,
He [F]popped down to Dandenong and [Em]just like that,
[F]Used his powers to [Cdim7]heal the cataracts,
[G]Of Sam's [G#]mum.
Of [A]Sam's mum.
-KEY CHANGE-
[D]Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts [A]of Sam's mum.
I didn't realise that it was such a simple thing.
I [D]feel such a ding-a-ling, what an ignorant scum.
[G]Now I understand how prayer can work,
A par[D]ticular prayer in a particular church,
In a part[G]icular style, with the particular stuff,
And for par[D]ticular problems that aren't particularly tough,
And for part[G]icular people, preferably white,
And for par[D]ticular senses, preferably sight,
A part[G]icular prayer in a particular spot,
To a par[Fdim7]ticular version of a particular god.
And if you [A]get that right, he just might,
[G]Take a break from giving babies malaria,
And [D]pop down to your local area,
To [E]fix the cataracts [A]of your [D]mum.
Hallelujah! [A] [D]
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