C      G                F   C     
If I run uphill I'm out of breath 
            C        G          F             C
If I spend all of my money I've got no money left 
            C         G         F       C
If I place all of my chips on only one bet
C    F  G
I'm all in 

            C       G              F  C
And it's a surefire bet I'm gonna die 
       C            G       F       C
So I'm taking up praying on Sunday nights 
          C              G      F      C
And it's not that I believe in your almight 
        C    F  G           
But I might as well 
      F   C      G
as insurance or bail 

           C               G            F  C
Cause institution's like a big bright lie 
        C               G           F          C
And it blinds you into fear and consuming and fight 
                        C           G         F       C
And you've been in the desert underneath the charging sky 
           C   F   G
It's just you and God 
             F     C    G
But what if God's not there? 
          F     C        G
But his name is on your dollar bill 
        F   C      G
Which just became cab fare 

         C                G             F             C
For the Evangelist, the Communist, the Lefts and the Rights 
          C                 G               F             C
And the hypocrites and the Jesuits and the blacks and the whites 
            C     F       G
It's in the belly of the beast 
        F   C   G
In the Atlanta streets 
           F C   G
Or up in Laurel Canyon
              F C   G   
The verge of Middle East 

               C            G        F   C      
Still they're dying on the dark continent 
           C                G        F     C
It's been happening long enough to mention it 
        C            G                          F       C
Have I mentioned my parents are getting back together again 
          C F  G
It's been 25 years 
       F C      G       
Of spreading infection 
          F    C     G
Somehow we're not affected 

        C       G           F  C
So my mom, she brushes her hair 
        C          G       F           C        
And my dad starts growing Bob Dylan's beard 
        C             G        F         C
And I share with my friends a couple of beers 
          C  F   G
In the Orlando streets 
        F     C       G
In the belly of the beast...