Jars of Clay Oh My God Good Monsters This is from Jars of Clay's new cd "Good Monsters" coming out Sep. 5th, enjoy! Standard Tuning (E A D G B E) Intro E|-----0-0-0-0---------------0-0-0-0----3-3-3-3---| B|-----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-1-1----1-1-0-0---| G|-----0-0-0-0----2-2-2-2----0-0-0-0----0-0-0-0---| D|-----2-2-2-2----3-3-3-3----2-2-2-2----0-0-0-0---| A|---0-0-0-0-0----3-3-3-3--3-3-3-3-3----x-x-x-x---| E|--------------1-1-1-1-1-------------3-3-3-3-3---|

^Am7Oh my God, look around this ^Fplace, Your fingers ^Creach around the bone, You set the ^Gbreak and set the tone. Flights of ^Am7grace, and future ^Ffalls In present ^Cpain all fools ^Gsay, "Oh my God."

Interlude 2x E|--------------------------| B|--------------------------| G|--------------------------| D|--3-2-------3--3-2--------| A|----------5------------5--| E|------3-3----------3-3----|

^Am7Oh my God, why are we so af^Fraid' We make it w^Corse when we don't bleed, There is no c^Gure for our disease. Turn a ph^Am7rase and rise a^Fgain, Or fake your d^Ceath and only tell your closest f^Griends,

Oh my God. Interlude E|-----------------------------------| B|-----------------------------------| G|-----------------------------------| D|--3-2-------3--3-2-------3--3-2----| A|----------5------------5-----------| E|------3-3----------3-3----------3--|

^Am7Oh my God, can I comp^Flain' You take away my f^Cirm belief and graft my s^Goul upon Your grief. ^Am7Weddings, boats, and al^Fibis, All drift a^Cway, and a mother cr^Gies...

No Guitar Liars and fools, sons and failures, thieves will always say

Lost and fo^Amund, ailing w^Ganderers, hea^Clers always s^Fay ^AmWhores and angels, ^Gmen with problems, ^Cleavers always s^Fay ^AmBroken hearted, sep^Garated, o^Crphans always s^Fay ^AmWar creators, ra^Gcial haters, pre^Cachers always s^Fay ^AmDistant fathers, fa^Gllen warriors, gi^Cvers always s^Fay ^AmPilgrim saints, l^Gonely widows, u^Csers always ^Fsay ^AmFearful mothers, wat^Gchful doubters, Sa^Cviors always s^Fay

^AmSometimes I can not forgive and ^Gthese days mercy cuts so deep, ^CIf the world was how it should, ^Fmaybe I could get some sleep. ^AmWhile I lay, I'd dream we're better, ^Gscales were gone and faces lighter, ^Cwhen we wake we hate our brother, we still ^Fmove to hurt each other.

^AmSometimes I can close my eyes and ^Gall the fear the keeps me silent, ^CFalls below my heavy breathing, w^Fhat makes me so badly bent' ^AmWe all have a chance to murder, ^Gwe all have the need for wonder. ^CWe still want to be reminded that the ^Fpain is worth the plunder.

^AmSometimes when I lose my grip, ^GI wonder what to make of heaven, ^CAll the times I thought to reach up, ^Fall the times I had to give up. ^AmBabies underneath their beds, ^Gin hospitals that cannot treat them. ^CAll the wounds that money causes, a^Fll the comforts of cathedrals,

^AmAll the cries of thirsty children, ^Gthis is our inheritance, ^CAll the rage of watching mothers, ^Fthis is our greatest offense ^AmOh my God, ^GOh my God, ^COh my God^F.

Jars of Clay - Oh my god