Happy Gods Own Country

G# F# C# 2x G# I came out feet first and dancing F# C# Pause for a round of applause G# I came up grasping for greatness F# C# A coffin in search of a corpse G# A bad joke, but they keep on laughing F# C# A bad story to tell G# A bad lie, but the suit’s okay F# C# A bad debt, well, they sure won’t pay it So do what I say D# F Not what I do C# B E Blood on their hands does not run blue G# F# C# 2x G# Wake up, the hammers are humming F# C# The snails are out salting the Earth G# Get out, where’s everyone going? F# C# This ship isn’t sinking itself G# A bad song, but they keep on dancing F# C# A bad story to tell G# A bad lie, but the suit’s okay F# C# A headline? Well, they sure won’t say it D# So do what I say F# Not what I do C# B Blood on their hands does not run blue B Economists with bedside manners Tax return, pop killer batches G# Chipping Norton, doors on latches E Five bed flat, pack Neo-Fascist B Kitchen surface, polished granite The market’s up in sunny Thanet G# Incorporating calisthenics, E cottagecore and market ethics That Soho house alt-right aesthetic D is taking over B But this is God’s own country E B But I am my own man G# So if God don’t want me? Then God don’t want me F# E I bet they hope those feet D In ancient times E B Just kept on walking