G [Verse 1]C G It's coming through a hole in the airD G From those nights in Tiananmen SquareC It's coming from the feelF C That this ain't exactly realG D G Or it's real, but it ain't exactly thereB From the wars against disorderEm From the sirens night and dayB From the fires of the homelessEm From the ashes of the gayD C G Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. [Verse 2]C G It's coming through a crack in the wallD G On a visionary flood of alcoholC From the staggering accountF C Of the Sermon on the MountG D G Which I don't pretend to understand at allB It's coming from the silenceEm On the dock of the bayB From the brave, the bold, the batteredEm Heart of ChevroletD C G Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. [Verse 3]C G It's coming from the sorrow in the streetD G The holy places where the races meetC From the homicidal bitchingF C That goes down in every kitchenG D G To determine who will serve and who will eatB From the wells of disappointmentEm Where the women kneel to prayB For the grace of god in the desert hereEm And the desert far awayD C G Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. [Chorus]D C Sail on, sail onG Oh mighty Ship of StateD To the Shores of NeedC Past the Reefs of GreedG Through the Squalls of HateAm D C G Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on [Verse 4]C G It's coming to America firstD G The cradle of the best and of the worstC It's here they got the rangeF C And the machinery for changeG D G And it's here they got the spiritual thirstB It's here the family's brokenEm And it's here the lonely sayB That the heart has got to openEm In a fundamental wayD C G Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. [Verse 5]C G It's coming from the women and the menD G Oh baby, we'll be making love againC We'll be going down so deepF C The river's going to weepG D G And the mountain's going to shout, "Amen!"B It's coming like the tidal floodEm Beneath the lunar swayB Imperial, mysteriousEm In amorous arrayD C G Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. [Chorus]D C Sail on, sail onG Oh mighty Ship of StateD To the Shores of NeedC Past the Reefs of GreedG Through the Squalls of HateAm D C G Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on [Verse 6]C G I'm sentimental, if you know what I meanD G I love the country, but I can't stand the sceneC And I'm neither left or rightF C I'm just staying home tonightG D G Getting lost in that hopeless little screenB But I'm stubborn as those garbage bagsEm That time cannot decayB I'm junk but I'm still holding upEm This little wild bouquetD C G C G C Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.
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