Capo 1st fret
hooho hohoho yeah, mmm
mmm tuutuutuu hohoho - hoo
These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last - Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers
This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past - Hand in hand
with ignorance And le - gitimate ex - cuses
The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much - But we'll take our chance
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all God's children
Crept out the back door
And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies a - bove say it's much, much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time
toehoehoe hohoho hoo hoo-oo - hoo hoho yeah
These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can - And charity
is a coat you wear twice a year
This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand - And you find
that what was over there is over here
So you scream from behind your door
Say what's mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much but I'll take my chances
'Cause God's stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can't come back
'Cause he has no children to come back for
And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no G hope to speak of
And the wounded skies a - bove say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time
toehoehoe - hoo-oo - hoo hoho yeah
Chords used:
A x02220
Amaj7 x02120
A7 x02020
Dm6 xx0201
Dm6/F 120201
G 32003x
Bm x24432
F#7/Bb x14320
D/A x04232
or x0423x
E/A# 47645x
E 022100
F# 244322
Esus4/F# 2x220x