Chords for The Church - The Disillusionist (with lyrics)

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[Bb] It only comes to this time when the people's God is down
On a day like today [Dm] _ Overcost and gray
[Bb] Bells were all ringing The birds stopped their singing
The [F] wind caught in the [Dm] trees Screaming to be free
[Bb] He had lights from the platform In his usual uniform
[F] His skin looked like he slept in it Or had something rotten kept in it
[Bb] The snakes stirring the thistles Back of cat's neck bristles
Round [Dm] vicious lips The fur is stained
The disillusionist is back again They say that he's famous
From the waist down But the top of his body is a corpse _
[Gm] His gold won by his sleep His [D] poverty runs so [Am] deep
In [E] winter he cracks at [D] summer remorse _
_ [Bb] Hang around the backstage door But he knows what you're waiting for
You've [Dm] rubbed yourself against his skin Already ready to better [Bb] blame me
I see that you like my show As if he really wants to know
And doesn't wait for your reply He just holds you back inside
He's not a fiend, and is he?
If it isn't you, or is he?
_ Persuades you [Dm] mentally Undresses you [Bb]
incidentally
Down a screen corridor People you feel sorry for
But [Dm] when he puts the case on you You're amazed at why you're letting him
They say that he's famous From the waist down
But the top of his body is a corpse _ [Gm] His gold won by his sleep
His [D] poverty runs so deep [Am] In [E] winter he cracks at [D] summer remorse _
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[Bb] can turn one to water Mother for the kid's daughter
[F] Juggles [Bb] busy [Dm] deadlines Gets a drop of headlight
[Bb] Surrounded by his minions Who never have opinions
Forming little tricks [Dm] for you Puts it in a fix for [Bb] you
Smashes your watch with a hammer Caresses you with a camera
[Dm] And says the magic words That nobody's [Bb] ever heard
But now the scale is fading Reality won't pervade it
It only makes you [Dm] want him more It only makes you want him more
They say that he's famous From the waist down
But the top of his body is a corpse _
[Gm] His gold won by his sleep
His [D] poverty runs so deep [Am] In winter he cracks at [E] summer [D] remorse _
[Bb] And he does the Indian roll trick The one that makes you seasick
And he [F] keeps on filling up your cup [Bb] You keep on filling up
Some of it's done with mirrors And some of it's done with scissors
And some [F] of it's done with cables And [Dm] his hands under the table
[Bb] It doesn't matter you want to believe It doesn't matter if you have to leave
You will escape his orbit And the things that you must forfeit
And the audience is being familiar Some of them in particular
Then you lay out in front [Dm] _ _ _ [Bb] _
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