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God's Comic

Song Author Elvis Costello Lyrics by: Elvis Costello Performer: Elvis Costello Submitted by: MagS
[Em]    [B7]    [Em]    [B7]    [Em]    [G]    [Am]    [Bb7]    [B7]    
[Em]I wish you'd [B7]known me when [Em]I was a[B7]live,
[G]I was a [Em]funny [C]fell[D]er.  
[Am7]The crowd would [B7]hoot and [C]holler for [B7]more,
[Am7]I wore a [B7]drunk's red [C]nose for ap[B7]plause
[G]Oh   [Em]yes, I was a [C]comical [D]priest,
"With a [G]joke for the [Em]flock and a [C]hand up your [D]fleece"
[Em]Drooling the [B7]drink and the [Em]lipstick and [D]greasepaint.
[G]Down the [Em]cardboard [C]front of my [D]dirty dog-[C]collar. [G]    [B7]    

Now I'm [Em]dead, now I'm [B7]dead,
now I'm [Em]dead, now I'm [D]dead,
And I'm [G]going [Em]on to [C]meet my re[Em]ward   
I was [Em]scared, I was [B7]scared,
I was [Em]scared, I was [D]scared.
[G]He   [Em]might have [C]never [D]heard of God's [C]Comic. [G]    [B7]    

[Em]So there he [B7]was on a [Em]water-[B7]bed   
[G]Drinking a [Em]cola of a [C]mystery [D]brand
[Am7]Reading an [B7]airport [C]nove[B7]lette,
[Am7]listening to [B7]Andrew Lloyd-[C]Webber's "[D]Requi[Em]em"   
[G]He   [Em]said, before it had [C]really be[D]gun,
"I pre[G]fer the [Em]one a[C]bout my [D]son"
"I've been [Em]wading through
[B7]all this unbe[Em]lievable [D]junk
and [G]wondering if I should have [C]given
the [D]world to the [C]monkeys" [G]    [B7]    

Now I'm [Em]dead, now I'm [B7]dead,
now I'm [Em]dead, now I'm [D]dead
And we´re all [G]going [Em]on to [C]meet our re[Em]ward   
Are you [Em]scared? Are you [B7]scared?
Are you [Em]scared? Are you [D]scared?
[G]You [Em]might have [C]never [D]heard of God's [C]Comic. [G]    

[C]I'm going to [D]take a little trip
[C]down Paradise's endless [G]shores
They say that travel broadens the mind,
'til you can't get your [B7]head out of [E]doors

[Em]    [B7]    [Em]    [B7]    [Em]    [G]    [Am]    [Bb7]    [B7]    
[Em]I'm sitting [B7]here on the [Em]top of the [B7]world
[G]I hang a[Em]round in the [C]darkest [D]night
[Am7]Until each [B7]beast has [C]gone [B7]bed   
[Am7]and then I [B7]say: "God [C]bless" and [B7]turn out the [Em]light
While you [G]lie in the [Em]dark, a[C]fraid to [D]breathe
and you [G]beg and you [Em]promise
and you [C]bargain and you [D]plead
Some[G]times you con[Em]fuse me with [C]Santa [D]Claus
[G]It's the [Em]big white [C]beard I sup[D]pose
I'm going [Em]up to the [B7]pole, where you [Em]folks die of [D]cold
[G]I   [Em]might be [C]gone for a [D]while if you [C]need me [G]    [B7]    

Now I'm [Em]dead, now I'm [B7]dead,
now I'm [Em]dead, now I'm [D]dead
And you´re all [G]going [Em]on to [C]meet our re[Em]ward   
Are you [Em]scared? Are you [B7]scared?
Are you [Em]scared? Are you [D]scared?
[G]You [Em]might have [C]never [D]heard of God's [C]Comic. [G]    


I wish you'd known me when I was alive,
I was a funny feller.
The crowd would hoot and holler for more,
I wore a drunk's red nose for applause
Oh yes, I was a comical priest,
"With a joke for the flock and a hand up your fleece"
Drooling the drink and the lipstick and greasepaint.
Down the cardboard front of my dirty dog-collar.

Now I'm dead, now I'm dead,
now I'm dead, now I'm dead,
And I'm going on to meet my reward
I was scared, I was scared,
I was scared, I was scared.
He might have never heard of God's Comic.

So there he was on a water-bed
Drinking a cola of a mystery brand
Reading an airport novelette,
listening to Andrew Lloyd-Webber's "Requiem"
He said, before it had really begun,
"I prefer the one about my son"
"I've been wading through
all this unbelievable junk
and wondering if I should have given
the world to the monkeys"

Now I'm dead, now I'm dead,
now I'm dead, now I'm dead
And we´re all going on to meet our reward
Are you scared? Are you scared?
Are you scared? Are you scared?
You might have never heard of God's Comic.

I'm going to take a little trip
down Paradise's endless shores
They say that travel broadens the mind,
'til you can't get your head out of doors


I'm sitting here on the top of the world
I hang around in the darkest night
Until each beast has gone bed
and then I say: "God bless" and turn out the light
While you lie in the dark, afraid to breathe
and you beg and you promise
and you bargain and you plead
Sometimes you confuse me with Santa Claus
It's the big white beard I suppose
I'm going up to the pole, where you folks die of cold
I might be gone for a while if you need me

Now I'm dead, now I'm dead,
now I'm dead, now I'm dead
And you´re all going on to meet our reward
Are you scared? Are you scared?
Are you scared? Are you scared?
You might have never heard of God's Comic.

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  • B7
  • G
  • Am
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