A Protest Song Sophie Hunger This is a slightly revised version of the existing one.

^BbmYou are the ^Abanswer, ^F#you never talk ^BbmYou have no ^Abquestion, ^Byou are a thought ^BbmYou are the ^Fanswer, you're ^Abshaped and em^Fblazed Through the ^Bbmholes in my ^Abcover, ^Byou're something I made ^AbmYou are the ^F#answer, ^Emy truthful response My ^Bfin^Bbal ^Ebsay^Bing^Bb when everyone's ^Ebmgone

You're my illusion, my pattern of wrong A hollow idol on the tip of my tongue You're my disgrace, my self-made war And I don't want to remember faith anymore I'm wasting myself in the name of a fake

You were ^Abmmade ^F#for ^Bme ^C#mby mis^Ebtake

^AbmOh oh^F# was^Emaj7h away ^AbmOh oh^F# was^Emaj7h away You ^Abmhad not^F#hing to ^Emaj7say You were ^Bmade ^Bbfor ^Ebme ^Bby^Bb mi^Ebmstake

I had nothing before, then I had you I was denying, now I refuse I've never been young, you'll never grow old My life's in my words and my hands they are cold I never made sense but now I disturb

I'm ^Abmbashi^F#ng my ^Bgoods ^C#magainst ^Ebthe door of the world

^AbmOh oh^F# was^Emaj7h away ^AbmOh oh^F# was^Emaj7h away You ^Abmhad not^F#hing to ^Emaj7say You were ^Bmade ^Bbfor ^Ebme ^Bby^Bb You were ^Bmade ^Bbfor ^Ebme ^Bby^Bb mi^Ebmstake

Sophie Hunger - A protest song