Crazy

Db Gb Ebm Db Db What have they done to the birds and the bees? Gb Cradle was dropped, the best make believe Ebm And they’re selling their souls for the purpose of losing it all Db Db What have they done to the cracks in the walls? Gb The world has been painted to cover it all Ebm And everyone’s afraid to admit that they’re getting old Eb Gb Db Oh my lord, I’m told Db What have they done to the revolution? Gb They call it war and claimed it was useless Ebm The voice of the ages will never be quite the same Db What have they done to the innocent mind? Gb They spoiled and twisted the truth into lies Ebm And all of the peace lovers are having to draw up their swords Eb Gb Db Oh my lord, I’m torn Eb Gb Db If I’m going crazy, then crazy is just that I’m born Db What have they done to Jesus’s life? Gb They’re making it cruel, say it’s a lie Ebm They still ask for his peace cause they feel inside Db What have they done with the 2000 years? Gb Made history into a faithful fear Ebm The cracks don’t expire just cause the surface is dryer Eb Gb Db Oh my lord, I’m tired Eb Gb Db If I’m going crazy, then crazy is just my desire Eb Gb Db If I’m going crazy, then crazy is just what I’ve seen Eb Gb Db If I’m going crazy, then crazy is just in between