G                       D
It was not the hand of god
C                  G
That sped me on my way
         D
Though it feels
            C
For all the world
           G
Like I was pushed

A show of hands
          D
A row of houses
     C                     G
Well I burned through them all
                D
And while you slept
             C
I became something
           G
Far less merciful
             D
And far less kind
C                     G
Nobody knows how this ends
        D      C
But it ends badly
G        D
So don't cry
                     G
You look stupid when you cry