Bad Religion
Pity The Dead
The Gray Race (1996)

Em  D  G  A  x 2  B

          Em             D           G             A
There's a boy in crimson rags with a grimace and a spoon
      Em            D            A              B
And a little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon
            Em      D                 G        C
And there's no one around to hear the lonesome cries 
          D  xxxx                  ()
Then they pass away alone into the night

Em  D  B

  Em  f♯ G  D        Em
  Why do we pity the dead?
          Em        f♯ G              D              A
  Are you churned by emotion from the voices in your head
  Em              C                 G            D
  Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why
     Em  G  D           ()
  Oh why do we pity the dead?

Em  D  G  A  Em  D  A  B

Well you've seen the disease, suffering and decay
And you whisper to yourself blissfully "It's okay"
And you still refuse the possibility
That the dead are better off than we                            fin: direct

  Why do we pity the dead?
  Are you scared of the logic that swirls within your head
  Look at all the living and you'll ask yourself why
                        C  D           Em    B
  Oh why do we pity the dead? Pity the dead

C       D        E
Tell me what you see
C       D        E
Tell me what you know
G                           D                    (P.M.)
Is there anyone who lives a painless life?
   C         D       E
If there is, show me so

    Em (haché)             C
The destitute and famished
  Em                     D
Demonic and the banished
Dejected and the ostracized
The brainwashed and the paralyzed

    Em              C
The conquered and objectified
    Em              D
The few who see the other side
C       D        Em
Tell me what you see
       G      D          C  D    Em  B
It's a mortal wretched caca a phonyy-y - let's go

Em  D  G  A  Em  D  A  B
                          w/ solo
Em  D  G  C      D   B

In the end you may find there's no guiding subtle light              (continu)
No ancestors or friends, no judge of wrong and right
Just eternal silence and dormancy
And a final everlasting peace

Em  D  B

  Refrain 1  fin:

  C      D
  Why do we  x 3  pity the dead

Em  D  G  A  x 3  B  (ral.)

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