The Lumineers - Democracy

It's comi^Gng through a ho^Cle in the ^Gair From those nigh^Gts in Tian^Canmen Squ^Gare It's comin^Cg from the feel that this ai^Fn't exactly real Or it's rea^Gl, but it ain't exactly there From the war^Ems against disorder From the sire^Amns night and day From the fi^Emres of the homeless From the ashe^Ams of the gay Democr^Dmacy is coming t^Co the US^GA

It's comin^Gg through a cra^Cck in the wal^Gl On a vision^Gary flo^Cod of alc^Gohol From the stagge^Cring account of the Serm^Fon on the Mount Which I don'^Gt pretend to understand at all It's comi^Emng from the silence on the doc^Amk of the bay From the b^Emrave, the bold, the battered he^Amart of Chevrolet Democr^Dmacy is coming t^Co the U^GSA

It's com^Ging from the ^Csorrow in the str^Geet The ho^Gly places wher^Ce the races mee^Gt From the homic^Cidal bitchin' That goes do^Fwn in every kitchen To dete^Grmine who will serve and who will eat From the well^Ems of disappointment Where the wom^Amen kneel to pray For the grac^Eme of God in the desert here And the dese^Amrt far away Democr^Dmacy is coming to^C the US^GA

Sa^Dmil on, sail^C on O mig^Ghty ship of state To the shor^Dmes of need Past the re^Cefs of greed Through the s^Gqualls of hate Sail^G on, sail^Dm on, sa^Gil^C on

It's comi^Gng to Ame^Crica fi^Grst The cra^Gdle of the bes^Ct, of the wor^Gst It's her^Ce they've got the range And the mach^Finery for change And it's he^Gre they've got the spiritual thirst It's her^Eme the family's broken And it's her^Ame the lonely say That the h^Emeart has got to open In a f^Amundamental way Demo^Dmcracy is coming to^C the U^GSA

It's com^Ging from the wo^Cmen and the me^Gn Oh bab^Gy, we'll be maki^Cng love agai^Gn We'll be goi^Cng down so deep That the riv^Fer's going to weep And the mount^Gain's gonna shout "Amen" It's co^Emming like the tidal flood ^Ambeneath the lunar sway Impe^Emrial, mysterious, in am^Amorous array Democ^Dmracy is coming t^Co the U^GSA

Sai^Dml on, sai^Cl on O mi^Gghty ship of state To the sh^Dmores of need Past the re^Cefs of greed Through the sq^Gualls of hate Sail ^Gon, sail^Dm on, sai^Gl ^Con

I'm senti^Gmental, if you kn^Cow what I me^Gan Oh, I lo^Gve the country, but ^CI can't stand th^Ge scene And I'm neit^Cher left or right, I'm just sta^Fying home tonight Getting los^Gt in that hopeless little screen But I'm stu^Embborn as those garbage bags that ti^Amme cannot decay I'm jun^Emk, but I'm still holding up this lit^Amtle wild bouquet Dm c Democracy is coming to, to the US^GA To the US^DmA To the U^CSA To the U^GSA