Portugal. The Man - Modern jesus

^{G G# Am}Come on^F in, have ^Ca seat n^Dext to me. Y^Amou know we got... we got what ^Eyou nee^Gd.^{G# Am}We may be l^Fiars, prea^Cching to^D choirs, b^Amut we can... we can sell your^E dreams.^{G G#}

^AmYou don't need ^Fsympathy, the^Cy got a pil^Dl for everything. ^AmJust take that dark cloud, wring it out to w^Eash them do^Gwn^G#.

^Amdon't pray for^F us, we d^Con't need n^Go modern jesus, ^Amto roll with ^Fus, the o^Cnly rule we^G have is never ^Fgiving ^Amup, the^C only faith w^Ee have is f^Gai^G#th in us.

^AmWe're the ^Fones who ^Cstarted ^Da fire, ^AmYeah they burn out... but when they'^Ere on the rise I can't help but ^Gshi^G#ne.

^AmAnd when the ^Fwave approache^Cs take our bo^Ddies to the ocean ^AmWho cares if hell awaits... we're ^Ehaving drinks at heavens gates.

^AmWe know that we^F're helpless, ^Cat least we ^Dalways assumed. ^AmBut we don't need to prove^E nothing to you^G. ^{G# Am}Let's keep it ^Fcool, you d^Con't need t^Do feel blue, ^AmCuz we won't sell you nothing ^Fyou can't use.