7 Days

              Dm
If there's a god

Do you think he's looking down, curled up on his couch right now?

As we fail to figure it out, does he turn down the sound?

Is he proud? Are we proud?

             Am
Guess we forgot how to live a life with no filter
        C
Making boring people famous

Let's pretend they're fascinating
                   Dm
Let's tell little girls that pretty girls are better

Or that pigment or religion really matters

Gm              Am
We're in some trouble
                  C
Mr. Maker, don't turn away from your screen
              D                  Dm
At least the bubble that we've created could make for some good TV

F
Oh, Mr Man Upstairs
Am                          C
I know you're tuning in up there, way up there
           G
Would you care to answer my question?
F
Oh, the land of poor taste
      Am                              C
The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made
                       G                           Am
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days

                  Am
Does he hang his head at all the greed that we possess?
        C
As the anti-social media perpetuates the mess
              Dm
Maybe it's a test, maybe he's upset by the loose ends

Stressed like the rest of us, it happens to the best of us

 Am
God, or is it Mr G to me?
        C
I hope that through the static, you'll show us the clarity
           Dm
'Cause it's hard to find the silver lining in the bittersweet

Wonder if you're praying for us 'fore you go to sleep

Do you sleep in peace?

       Gm              Am
'Cause we're in some trouble
                          C
Mr. Maker, but don't turn away from your screen
              D                  Dm
At least the bubble that we've created has made for damn good TV

F
Oh, Mr Man Upstairs
Am                         C
I know you're tuning in up there, way up there
           G
Would you care to answer my question?
F
Oh, the land of poor taste
      Am                              C
The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made
                       G                           Am
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days

Dm                                       F
Don't touch the remote, we'll be back in a moment
                                  E
We are not hopeless, we are just coping
                                     Am
The mayhem is rolling, but it ain't showbiz
                              F
Reality's potent, chaotic, I know it
                              Dm           E
But we're growing, have some hope in us
                           E7
And were we worth all the time you gave up?

  F
Oh, Mr Man Upstairs
Am                         C
I know you're tuning in up there, way up there
           G
Would you care to answer my question?
F
Oh, the land of poor taste
      Am                              C
The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made
                       G                           F
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days

 Am    C   G
Yeah, oh, oh

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