Wind-up

D          Em7            D     
When I was young and they packed
           F#
 me off to school
G                 D               
And taught me how not to play the 
Asus4 Asus2 A
game
D        Em7          D         
I didn't mind if they groomed me
     F#
 for success
G               D            
Or if they said that I was a 
Asus4 Asus2 A
fool

[Verse 2]
D                      Em7
So I left there in the morning
           D                       
With their God tucked underneath my
 F#
 arm
      G                 D         
Their half-assed smiles and the 
      Asus4 Asus2 A A
book of rules
     D                Em7
So I asked this God a question
       D           F#
And by way of firm reply,
G                          D     
He said - I'm not the kind you 
               Asus4 Asus2 A
have to wind up on Sundays

[Verse 3]
D               Em7             
So to my old headmaster (and to 
D          F#
anyone who cares):
G                      D         
Before I'm through I'd like to 
     Asus4 Asus2 A
say my prayers
D            Em7
I don't believe you:
D                                
You had the whole damn thing all 
F#
wrong
G                      D         
He's not the kind you have to 
        Asus4 Asus2 A
wind up on Sundays

[Bridge]
G                      A         
Well, you can excommunicate me on
    D             Bm
 my way to Sunday School
Continúa después del anuncio
G                        A       
And have all the bishops 
        Bm
harmonize these lines

[Riff]
F# A Bm  x2
Bm

[Chorus]
Bm
How do you dare tell me that I'm my 
Father's son
G               D                 
When that was just an accident of 
F#
birth
Bm
I'd rather look around me - compose 
a better song
G               D                
'cos that's the honest measure of
       F#
 my worth
G                           A
In your pomp and all your glory 
              D             Bm
you're a poorer man than me,
G                        A       
As you lick the boots of death 
          Bm
born out of fear

Bm
When I was young and they packed me 
off to school
  G               D               
And taught me how not to play the 
F#
game,
Bm
I didn't mind if they groomed me for
 success,
G                D              F#
Or if they said that I was a fool
Bm                     A
So I left there in the morning
           D                       
With their God tucked underneath my
 Bm
 arm
G                       A        
Their half-assed smiles and the 
       Bm
book of rules

[Riff]
Bm

[Bridge]
G                 A              
Well, you can excommunicate me on
D                 Bm
 my way to Sunday School
G                A               
And have all the bishops 
        Bm
harmonize these lines

D Em7 D F#
G D  Asus4 Asus2 A A

[Verse 4]
D          Em7            D     
When I was young and they packed
           F#
 me off to school
    G             D               
And taught me how not to play the 
Asus4 Asus2 A A
game,
D        Em7          D         
I didn't mind if they groomed me
     F#
 for success,
G                    D       
Or if they said that I was a 
Asus4 Asus2 A A
fool
D                Em7            
So to my old headmaster (and to 
D          F#
anyone who cares):
  G                    D          
Before I'm through I'd like to say
    Asus4 Asus2 A A
 my prayers
G                      A         
Well,you can excommunicate me on 
    D             Bm
my way to Sunday School
G                A               
And have all the bishops 
        Bm
harmonize these lines

[Otro]
D            Em7
I don't believe you:
D                                
You had the whole damn thing all 
F#
wrong
G             D               
He's not the kind you have to 
Asus4 Asus2 A A
wind up on Sundays