D _ _ _
Bb _
F _ _ _
C _ .
D _ Cold as
Bb F incision, my verdict's hissin'.
D _ No appeal
Bb on the docket
F today, just my own sin.
D The
Bb wall's cold and pale,
F the cage made of steel.
D _ _
Bb Screams fill the room,
F alone I drop
C and kneel.
F _ So I held my head
C up high, I didn't make
Dm that first
Eb incision.
But when I feel that silver
D spine.
Am _ .
_
F I'll help catch
C a falcon in the sun.
The sun that shines
Eb on our holy song.
But we don't make a
D wrong _ _ _ .
_ _ _
Bb _
F _ _ _ _ .
D _ I hear
Bb a thunder
F in the distance.
Am See a vision
D on the cross.
I
Bb feel the pain that was given
F on that sad day of loss.
D A lion
Bb roars in the darkness,
F only he holds the
D key.
A light
Bb to free me from my
F burden and bring me life eternally.
D _
Bb Should've been there on a
F Sunday morning, hanging
G in my
D head.
No time
Bb for mourning,
F ain't got no time.
D _ Should've
Bb been there on a Sunday
F morning, hanging in my
D head.
No time
Bb for mourning,
F ain't got no time _ .
_ So I held
C my head up high, I didn't make that
Eb first incision.
But when I feel that silver
D _ spine.
F I'll help catch a
C falcon in the sun.
The sun that shines on
Eb our holy song.
But we don't make a
Am wrong.
D _ _ _ .
F _ _ _ _
Dm _ _ _
Bb _ .
F _ God's _
Dm _ _
Bb _ _ .
F _ _
C the only
D decision.
He
Bb was standing
F firm, God created my own
C vision.
D _ _
Bb _ .
F God's
C the only
D decision.
Bb He was standing
F firm, God created
C my own vision.
Dm _ _
Bb _ .
F So I held my
C head up high, I didn't make that
Eb first incision.
But when I feel that
Dm silver spine _ _ .
F _ I'll help catch a
E falcon in the sun.
The
C sun that
D shines on our
Eb holy song.
But we don't make a
Dm wrong _ _ .
F I've been there, I've been there, I've
C been there.
I've been there, I've been there,
Eb I've been there.
I've been there,
D I've been there, I've been there _ .
F _ Should've been there on a
Em Sunday morning _ _ .
Eb No time for mourning,
F D ain't got no time.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ .