The Champ

A                                  F   Dm
Never be seen, and never be heard
A                                          F  E7
This is the way, it's the grey man's curse
A                                  F   Dm
Aren't we free, so how's this worse?
Dm                 E
Don't give me that bullshit, catch phrase
E
"It was better in my day", 'cause I know
A                                           F  Dm
You broke every little thing that you built
A                                      F      E7
You lost every little thing that you'd always cherished, and more
A                                          F  Dm
You took every little breath that 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             A
Of all the things you're desperate to ignore
     F           E               F#m
When reality has washed upon the shore
       F
You're always turning tables
    E                             D
And always telling tales I should ignore
           A        F  Dm
We are The Source

A     F  E

[Verse]
A                                  F  Dm
A virtual dream and a virtual life
A                                     F  E7
Well, I'm in love with the older kind
A                                  F  Dm
A biblical truth and a cynical lie
Dm                 E
Don't give me that tight-lipped, bullshit
E
"Who says it's do or die?"
E
Well, I do

A                                           F  Dm
You got every little thing that you want
A                                      F      E
You took every little thing that you'd always needed and more
A                                        F       Dm
You got every little thing that it 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             A
Of all the things you're desperate to ignore
     F           E               F#m
When reality has washed upon the shore
       F
You're always turning tables
    E                             D
And always telling tales I should 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             A
Of all the things you're desperate to ignore
     F           E               F#m
When reality has washed upon the shore
       F
You're always turning tables
    E                             D
And always telling tales I should 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                             D
And always telling tales I should ignore
           A       F  Dm
We are The Source