Chords for NO GODS by DICK GAUGHAN

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_ [B] _ _ [A] _ I was listening to [B] the news the other [E] day, I heard of that politician [A] who had the [B] nerve
to say [E] he was proud to be Scottish by [C#m] the way, with the glories of [B] our past I [E] remember.
_ _ [C#] His [A] test was [B] like as listen to the [E] cry, no surrender to the truth [Bm] and here's the reason
[A] why, the [E] power and the glories, [A] it's [E] another bloody [F#m] lie, they use to keep [B] us all in line.
[A] There's [E] no gods [A] and there's [E] precious few _ heroes, [A] there's [E] plenty on the dole [F#m] in the [B] land of
the real, and [A] it's [E] time now to [A] sweep [E] the future clear [A] of the lies [E] of the past, the real was
never [A] real. _ _
_ _ So farewell [B] to the heather [E] and the glen, they cleared us off once [A] and they
do it [E] all [B] again, [E] for they still prefer sheep to [C#m] thinking men, other men [B] who think like
sheep [E] are even better.
_ [C#m] There's nothing much to [B] choose between the old and the [C#m] new, they
still don't give a damn for the [B] likes of me and you, [A] just [E] mind you pay your rent [A] to the
factor [E] when it's due, [F#m] and mind your bloody [B] manners when you pay.
[A] For there's [E] no gods
and there's precious few heroes, [A] there's [E] plenty on the [F#] dole in the land [B] of the real, and [E] it's
time now to sweep the future clear [A] of the [E] lies of the past, the real was [F#m] never real.
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[E] _ _ _ _ _ [A] _ And tell me, [B] will we [E] never hear the end of Pear Bloody Charlie at Culloden [B] yet again,
[E] though he ran like a rabbit [C#m] down the glen, leaving better [B] folk than him [E] to be _ butchered?
Or [C#m] are you sitting in your council house, [B] dreaming all year [E] long, waiting for the Jacobites
[B] to come and free the [A] land?
Try [E] going down the brew [A] with your [E] cullimore in your [F#m] hand,
and [A] count all the princes [B] in the queue.
[A] For there's [E] no gods and [A] there's precious [E] few heroes,
[A] there's [E] plenty on the [F#m] dole in the [B] land of the real, [A] and it's time [E] now [A] to sweep the [E] future
clear [A] of the [E] lies of the [B] past, the real was [E] never real.
[A] _ _ _ _ [B] So [A] don't talk to [Bm] me of Scotland [E] the brave, but if we don't fight soon there'll be nothing
[Bm] left to save, [E] or would you rather stand and watch them [C#m] dig your grave, while you wait
[F#m] for the tartan [E] messiah?
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He'll lead us to the promised land [B] with laughter in his eye,
[C#m] all the love in the oil [B] and the whiskey by and [E] by, free heavy beer, [A] pie summers [E] in the sky,
[F#m] will we never have the [B] sense to learn [A] that there's no [E] gods [A] and there's precious [E] few heroes,
[A] but there's [E] plenty on the dole [F#m] in the [B] land of the real, [A] and I'm [E] damn sure that [A] there's plenty
[E] living fear of [A] the day we [E] stand together with our shoulders at the wheel, and there's no gods.
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