The Lumineers - Democracy

It's c^Aoming through a h^Dole in the a^Air F^Arom those nights in Tia^Dnanmen Sq^Auare It's co^Dming from the feel that t^Dmhis ain't exactly real Or it's re^Aal, but it ain't exactly there From the w^C#ars against disorder From the s^F#mirens night and day From the f^C#ires of the homeless From the a^F#mshes of the gay Dem^Eocracy is coming^D to the U^ASA

I^At's coming through a ^Dcrack in the w^Aall ^AOn a visionary fl^Dood of alc^Aohol From the sta^Dggering account of the Se^Dmrmon on the Mount Which I do^An't pretend to understand at all It's co^C#ming from the silence on the ^F#mdock of the bay From the b^C#rave, the bold, the battered ^F#mheart of Chevrolet De^Emocracy is coming^D to the U^ASA

I^At's coming from the so^Drrow in the st^Areet T^Ahe holy places wh^Dere the races m^Aeet From the h^Domicidal bitchin' That goes d^Dmown in every kitchen To det^Aermine who will serve and who will eat From the w^C#ells of disappointment Where the ^F#mwomen kneel to pray For the g^C#race of God in the desert here And the ^F#mdesert far away D^Eemocracy is coming^D to the U^ASA

Sail ^Eon, sail o^Dn O mi^Aghty ship of state To the sh^Eores of need Past the re^Defs of greed Through the sq^Aualls of hate Sail ^Bmon, sail ^Eon, sail ^Don^A

^AIt's coming to Am^Derica fi^Arst The cra^Adle of the b^Dest, of the wo^Arst It's h^Dere they've got the range And the m^Dmachinery for change And it's h^Aere they've got the spiritual thirst It's h^C#ere the family's broken And it's ^F#mhere the lonely say That the h^C#eart has got to open In a f^F#mundamental way D^Eemocracy is coming^D to the U^ASA

It's co^Aming from the w^Domen and the m^Aen Oh b^Aaby, we'll be ^Dmaking love ag^Aain We^D'll be going down so deep That the r^Dmiver's going to weep And the mou^Antain's gonna shout "Amen" It's co^C#ming like the tidal flood b^F#meneath the lunar sway Im^C#perial, mysterious, in a^F#mmorous array De^Emocracy is coming^D to the U^ASA

Sail ^Eon, sail o^Dn O mi^Aghty ship of state To the sh^Eores of need Past the r^Deefs of greed Through the sq^Aualls of hate Sail ^Bmon, sail ^Eon, sail ^Don^A

I'm se^Antimental, if you kn^Dow what I m^Aean Oh, I l^Aove the country, but I c^Dan't stand the s^Acene And I'm ne^Dither left or right, I'm just s^Dmtaying home tonight Getting l^Aost in that hopeless little screen But I'm st^C#ubborn as those garbage bags that^F#m time cannot decay I'm j^C#unk, but I'm still holding up this l^F#mittle wild bouquet D^Eemocracy is coming to,^D to the U^ASA ^D To the^A USA ^D To the ^AUSA ^D To the ^AUSA