Father John Misty - When the god of love returns therell be hell to pay

^GWhen the god of ^Clove ret^Gurns There'll be he^Cll to p^Gay Though the ^Cworld may ^Embe out of ex^Bmcuses I know j^Cust what I would s^Gay Let the seven tru^Cmpets so^Gund As a locust sk^Cy grows d^Gark But first let's ta^Emke you on a q^Bmuick tour of your cre^Cation's handiwo^Grk

Barely got through the p^Crisons and st^Gores And the pale host l^Cooks a little sick^G, Says, "Jesus, you didn't ^Emleave a whole lot for me. If this i^Bmsn't hell already then t^Cell me what the hell i^Gs?"

And we say^B it's just human,^C human nature ^EmThis place is savage and unjust ^BWe crawled out of the darkness ^CAnd endured your impatience ^EmWe're more than willing to adjust And now you've got the ^Edimgall to judge ^Gus ^Gsus2

The spider sp^Cins his w^Geb The tiger sta^Clks his p^Grey And we steal f^Emire from the he^Bmavens to try to k^Ceep the night at b^Gay

Every monster ^Chas a c^Gode One that steadies the ^Cshaking h^Gand And he's det^Emermined to accrue more ^Bmcapital by what^Cever means he c^Gan

Oh,^B it's just human^C, human nature ^CWe've got these appetites to se^Emrve ^BYou must not know the first thing^C about human beings ^CWe're the earth's most soulful pr^Emedator Try something less am^Edimbitious the next time you get b^Gored

Oh, my ^Gsus2Lord ^D [Outro] We just want li^Cght in the d^Gark Some wa^Crmth in the c^Gold And to make ^Emsomething out of ^Bmnothing sounds like ^Csomeone else I kno^Gw