Sam Fender - Play god

^BmYou were cracking all your fingers With your eyes fixed to the floor ^BmSound had echoed down the street By the monument you hear ^BmMan is screaming through a megaphone "Get your hands off the Middle East" ^BmEvery word would herd the cynical Every word would cut your teeth

^G He ^Emwill play God ^{Bm G} He ^Emwill play God ^Bm

^N.C.It's all the same down in the capital All the suits and clattered feet ^BmSewer rats will shower the underground In a race to make ends meet

^G He ^Emwill play God ^{Bm G} He ^Emwill play God ^{Bm A}

^GAm I mistaken? ^EOr are we breaking ^BmUnder weight from the long time ^AThat he will play God ^GAm I mistaken? ^EOr are we breaking ^BmUnder the weight from the long time ^AThat he played God

^G He ^Emwill play God ^Bm [Verse 3] ^BmNo matter who you are or where you've been He is watching from a screen ^BmKeeps a keen eye on the in-between From the people to the Queen

^G He ^Emwill play God ^{Bm A G} He ^Emwill play God ^{Bm A}

^GAm I mistaken? ^EOr are we breaking ^BmUnder weight from the long time ^AThat he played God ^GAm I mistaken? ^EOr are we breaking ^BmUnder weight from the long time ^AThat he played God

^G He w^Emill play God ^{Bm A G} He w^Emill play God ^{Bm A G} He w^Emill play God ^{Bm A G} He w^Emill play God ^{Bm A G E} E