Toad the Wet Sprocket - Pray your gods

^BmI will give the ^Asecrets you req^Guest ^A And y^Gou will be the o^Emne to sacrif^Bmice ^A So l^Bmay your olive a^Arms upon my ^Gmaj7breast ^A Sing^G the poems, fr^Cee the^D butterfli^Bmes ^A

^GPray your gods who ask you for your b^Dlood For ^Bmthey are strong and angry jealous on^F#mes Or l^Gay upon my al^Atar now your lo^Dve ^{A Bm} I f^Gear my time is short There are ar^Emmies moving cl^F#m7ose Be qui^Cck, my lo^Bmve

^BmI feel my body we^Aakened by the y^Gmaj7ears As pe^Gmaj7ople turn to g^Emods of cruel des^Bmign ^{A Bm}Is it that they ^Afear the pain of d^Geath? ^A Or co^Guld it be they fea^Cr the joy of lif^Bme?

^GPray your gods who hold you by your f^Dear For t^Bmhey are quick and ruthless punis^F#m7hers Or ^Glay upon my alt^Aar now your lo^Dve ^{A Bm} I ^Gfear my day is done There are arm^Emies moving on^F#m7 Be qui^Cck, my lov^Bme