Tom: D
Introdução:
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I don't care if it rains or freezes,
G
as long as I got my plastic Jesus,
D A
sitting on the dashboard of my car.
D
It comes in colors pink and pleasant,
G
it glows in the dark 'cause is iradescent,
D A D
I will take it with me whenever I go far.
So give me my lady madonna,
G
dressed in rhinestones and sitting onna,
D A
pedastal of babylony shelves,
D
Driving 90 but I'm not scary,
G
because I got my virgin Mary,
D A D
assuring me I can never go to hell.
D
and by the way
you know that hope will make you strange
G
it will make you afraid of change
and often blame
D
and the ones that fill the frame
i turn it up but then i turn it off
G
about the hurting and killing
whose shoes are we filling
D
we gotta stop, we gotta turn it all off
we gotta rewind and start it up again
G D G D G
ain't there nothing sacred anymore nananananananan…
D
somebody saw him jump
but bobody saw him slip
G
now he's lying the freeway in the middle of this mess
guess we lost another one
D
optimistic hypocrite
that didn't have the nerve to quit
G
ain't there nothing sacred anymore