The Champ

A                                  
Never be seen, and never be heard
F   Dm

A                                 
This is the way, it's the grey 
         F  E7
man's curse
A                                  
Aren't we free, so how's this 
F   Dm
worse?
Dm                 E
Don't give me that bullshit, catch 
phrase
E
"It was better in my day", 'cause I 
know
A                                 
You broke every little thing that 
          F  Dm
you built
A                              
You lost every little thing that 
        F      E7
you'd always cherished, and more
A                                 
You took every little breath that 
         F  Dm
it took
E
Don't analyse, just realise, you 
can't keep us at bay

[Chorus]
E                 A
'Cause we are The Source
   F                     Dm       
Of all the things you're desperate
      A
 to ignore
     F           E               
When reality has washed upon the 
F#m
shore
       F
You're always turning tables
    E                             
And always telling tales I should 
D
ignore
           A        F  Dm
We are The Source

A     F  E

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[Verse]
A                                  
A virtual dream and a virtual life
F  Dm

A                              
Well, I'm in love with the older 
       F  E7
kind
A                                  
A biblical truth and a cynical lie
F  Dm

Dm                 E
Don't give me that tight-lipped, 
bullshit
E
"Who says it's do or die?"
E
Well, I do

A                                 
You got every little thing that 
          F  Dm
you want
A                              
You took every little thing that 
        F      E
you'd always needed and more
A                                 
You got every little thing that it
       F       Dm
 takes, Champ
E
Don't theorise, don't criticise
E
Just get the fuck out of my face

[Chorus]
E                 A
'Cause we are The Source
   F                     Dm       
Of all the things you're desperate
      A
 to ignore
     F           E               
When reality has washed upon the 
F#m
shore
       F
You're always turning tables
    E                             
And always telling tales I should 
D
ignore
             Bm
We are The Source
             F#m
We are The Source
             Bm
We are The Source

Bm F#m Bm F#m Bm F#m Bm F#m


           A
We are The Source
   F                     Dm       
Of all the things you're desperate
      A
 to ignore
     F           E               
When reality has washed upon the 
F#m
shore
       F
You're always turning tables
    E                             
And always telling tales I should 
D
ignore
           A       F  Dm
We are The Source
           A       F  E
We are The Source
           F#m
We are The Source
       F
You're always turning tables
    E                             
And always telling tales I should 
D
ignore
           A       F  Dm
We are The Source