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[Verse]

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Feeding the five thousand was not done with prayers alone

It takes blood and guts and it takes devotion

So tired of standing up and so tired of drawing breath

It's your turn to take the map and it's your turn to drop the soap


[Interlude]

G/B A/C# G/B A/C#


[Verse 2]

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Pretty pretty boys sucking on a cola

Money to burn, money to burn, money to burn

We got rules to protect us

Isaac and Ishmael
    G/B
The magazine says it's okay
A/C#
Life as a billboard
G/B
If you are the answer
G/B
We are going straight to hell


[Chorus]

D            Em Bb
Grown in a parental fugue
D            Em Bb
Weight loss in self respect
D            Em Bb
Bomb, bomb, bomb us back together
D            Em Bb
A new way into a lost answer


[Interlude]

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You could talk a little less
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You could talk a little less
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You could talk a little less
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You could talk a little less


[Verse 3]

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Feeding the five thousand was not done with prayers alone

It takes blood and guts and it takes devotion
G/B                         A/C#
So tired of standing up and so tired of drawing breath
G/B                                A/C#
It's your turn to take the map and it's your turn to drop the soap



[Chorus 2]

D            Em Bb
Grown in a parental fugue
D            Em Bb
Weight loss in self respect
D             Em Bb
Bomb, bomb, bomb us back together
D            Em Bb
A new way into a lost answer


[Interlude]

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