And Cifras

[Intro]
N.C.
Love of the son
 
[Verse 1]
Bm         E
Came back again
   Bm      E
To make it clear that
G/D      C             F#
He never said it would meet demand
Bm         E
Shame on a martyr
Bm       E
Claiming friends from
G          A          B
Either perspective of &
 
[Chorus 1]
Em
Weak & Strong &
B
Wet & Dry &
Em7     A7
Right & Wrong &
B
Live & Die &
Em
Sane & Gone &
B
Love & Not &
Em7     A7      C     B
All the &s that we forgot so
 
[Verse 2]
Bm             E
Sing while you hear it
Bm      E
Don't deny it
G            F               F#
Leave if you can't stand the thought of it
Bm         E
Come back again
   Bm          E
To make things stand
     G        A           B
With no disrespect to the &
 
[Chorus 2]
Em
High & Low &
B
New & Old &
Em7    A7
Stop & Go &
B
Hot & Cold &
Em
John & Yoko
B
Dark & Light
       C     Em              B
It's almost time to say goodnight to it
 
[Instrumental]
Bm E Bm E G/D C F#
Bm E Bm E G A B
 
[Verse 3]
Bm          E
They took a lesson
Bm         E
From their fathers
G              F             F#
Told them that they were the same command
Bm             E
Wait for their minds
   Bm      E
To make complete
      G             A          B
Their lives stuck beside every &
 
[Chorus 3]
Em
Words & Numbers
B
Sound & Silence
Em7      A7
Stop the peace &
B
Keep the violence
Em
No & Yes &
B
We digress
   Em
It lives with sad & happiness
   Bbm
Oh God
 
[Outro]
Bbm
Big bad Betty of the 'pocalypse
                        F
She opens her lips & it goes like this
         F
When the golden rule & the jungle meet
 
There'll be nothing to love &
            Bbm
There'll be no one to beat
        Bbm
Oh, the things we know, the things we don't
                               F
Oh, the things we think we can will & won't
      F
We're loath to gather that nothing's left
                           Bbm
We're all together & we're all bereft
Bm
Capitalists & communists
                             F#
You did the hokey-pokey & it went like this
    F#
You hate each other & you love yourselves
                        Bm
It might be heaven & it might be hell
        Bm
Oh, the things we do, the things we say
                                F#   N.C.
Oh, the things we wish we could wash away
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