Jesus Hates Faggots Chords & Lyrics by John Grant
Jesus Hates Faggots
guitar chords lyrics
NOTE - You can play all the A chords like this if it's more convenient for you
while playing the other bar chords - 577655
ODD CHORDS
C#m - x46654
C#m(maj7) - x46554
G#maj - 466544
C#m C#m(maj7) E G#maj
I've felt uncomfortable since the day that I was born,
A E G#maj
Since the day I glimpsed the black abyss in your eyes,
C#m C#m(maj7) E G#maj
There's no way you could make all of this shit up on your own,
A E G#maj
It could only come from the mastermind of lies.
Instrumental - C#m C#m(maj7) E G#maj A E G#maj
C#m C#m(maj7) E G#maj
I can't believe that I've considered taking my own life,
A E G#maj
Cause I believed the lies about me were the truth,
C#m C#m(maj7) E G#maj
It will be magic to watch your transformation when you realise that you've been had,
A E G#maj
It's enough to make a guy like me feel sad.
E
Cause you tell me that Jesus, he hates fruit loops son,
We told you that when you were young,
B
or pretty much anything you want him to,
Like sitcoms, pedophiles and kangaroos,
E
Morons who cut in line,
Three-bean salad and parking fines,
B
And when we win this war on society,
E
I hope your blind eyes will be opened and you'll see.
C#m C#m(maj7) E G#maj
The arrogance it takes to walk around in the world the way you do,
A E G#maj
It turns my brain to jelly every time,
C#m C#m(maj7) E G#maj
The rage and fear I'm feeling have begun to make me sick,
A E G#maj
And I think that I might be about to commit a crime.
E
And you tell me that Jesus, He hates homos son,
We told you that when you were young,
B
Or pretty much anything you want him to,
Like coco puffs, red cars and jews,
E
Postal clerks who waste your time,
Weight loss shakes, and the local news,
B
And when we win the war on society,
E
I hope your blind eyes will be opened and you'll see.
Instrumental - C#m C#m(maj7) E G#maj A E G#maj x2
E
Cause Jesus, He hates faggots son,
We told you that when you were young,
B
Or pretty much anyone you want him to,
Like niggers, spicks, redskins and kikes,
E
Men who cannot tame their wives,
Weaklings, cowards, and bald dykes,
B
And when we win the war on society,
E
I hope your blind eyes will be opened and you'll see.
