Trevor Sensor - The vatican

You ^Ccall yourself a whore, but you've ^Fnever seen Babyl^Con A d^Cancing many just like you, they al^Fways say travel o^Gn But ^Amiwhere am I sup^Fposed to be, the ^Amitrumpets ^Gplay the ^Fsound ^CI know you need as^Fsurance, a ^Cbroken piece of the ^Ftime But it's ^Call been ^C/Bgrace in ^Am7me you'll never find^{C G}

^CBeggars sang of loneliness, and a ^Fmarytr spoke of d^Creams You t^Cell me about the imperials, but you d^Fon't know what it m^Geans Or ^Amiall of your p^Folitics, ^Amitry to ^Gmake a s^Fcene I k^Cnow you've seen the v^Fatican, a h^Cundred thousand t^Fimes But it's a^Cll been ^C/Bgrace in ^Am7me you'll never find^{C F C F G}

You w^Cake up drunk to realize, there's an^Fother man in your ^Cbed You r^Cace through all the memories, but you f^Find there ins^Gtead A s^Amilew of ancient p^Frophesies, a ^Amivirgin n^Gever s^Faid A ^Cbar is just as h^Foly, it's ^Call in your m^Find (Interlude) For it's ^Call been ^C/Bgrace in ^Am7me you'll never find^{C F G Ami F F G Ami F G}

Got a b^Croken sense of confidence, and a p^Flace that's full of r^Cain You r^Cush to find a broken heart, but you g^Fet hit by a t^Grain And ^Amiwhat's the point of a^Fnything, there i^Amisn't a^Gny p^Fain For m^Cemory is f^Fleeting, I've t^Cold you many t^Fimes That it's a^Cll been ^C/Bgrace in ^Amime you'll never find^C... No..^F. ^C