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BmWelcome, my son,
To where the wAork is never done
And the hF#ungry are seldom ever fGed.
The deBmpartment of false hope
Is a prAoving ground for dopes.
And they'll grDind your tiny bones to make their bEreF#ad. (Hosanna.)
GSo hold your hDead up high, forgAotten man. F# C# D
GTomorrow wDon't be made for yAou. F# C# D
GAnd everybody's gDotta try to lend a hAelping hand. F# C# D
For god and mGan, there's nAothing more to dDo.
BmIt crackled on the radio
Through brAight plumes of the sun.
The annF#ouncer said the age of faith was deGad.
Though the Bmadolescent nation
Was just lAooking for salvation,
The beDast of reason reared its ugly EheF#ad. (Hosanna.)
GSo hold your heDad up high, forgAotten man. F# C# D
GTomorrow's nDot for me and yAou. F# C# D
GAnd everybody's gDotta try to lend a hAelping hand.F# C# D
For god and mGan, there's nAothing more to doD.
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From your crGadle of destruction,
With the pAoorest of instruction
And the Bmmerest sAliver of a tGune,
Oh, you mF#anaged somehow to muddle through. C# D
GSo hold your hDead up high, forgAotten man.F# C# D
GTomorrow's nDot for me and yAou. F# C# D
GAnd everybody's gDotta try to lend a hAelping hand.F# C# D
For god and mGan, there's noAthing more to doD. Bm
GThere is nAothing more...