Lord deliver me
Reconsider me
Lord make up your mind
Lord I’m looking good, how I’m feeling good
Lord who’s a good guy?
Lord I Bask in thee, what you ask of me
Lord I do it all the time
Let me die with my trumpet in my hand

Lord this tyranny
Oh what’s left of me
Lord the men of the hour
Lord the sinners we formed a ministry
Lord It's the surest game of town
Lord you steady me call it blasphemy
Lord it’s the only way I’ve found
Let me die with my trumpet in my hand

Lord you’re Tearing us apart try and hide another heart
Is the curse that is frozen to me
You raised us in the middle
Lord you gave, I took a little
It’s so easily done
Lord can’t you see we’ve won?

Lord china there
Oh the silverware
Lord the way we should dine
Lord is it a sign when you show me yours
Then I’ll show you mine
Lord you set it up, Lord you knock it down
Lord I’ll gladly do the time
Let me die with my trumpet in my hand

I can’t live on your credit
It took so long to admit it
Lord your no second place prize

Lord you ready me, get ahead of me
Lord won’t you take my hand
Lord your supposed to be oh so close to me
Lord how much can you stand?
Lord you worry me
From what I can see
If you won’t play with the band
Just let me die with my trumpet in my hand
Born again let me be please lord again

Intro:D,G,A

Roll over Beethoven turn out that light
Im tired of your rhythm and blues just for one night
Yes you were chosen so give it a rest
Well I would talk to you but You’re going deaf

(repeat the same chords for each line)

I’m making movements to the door
I just can’t give my consent to settle your score

It’s, it’s post modern
It’s after the war with all that
Vintage wine and cheese
On your bedroom floor
I’m getting tired of discussing the poetry of your second act
I switch on the TV ‘cause I can’t stand to look at you

Who gives you permission to accuse me
I know they’ve commissioned your latest symphony
Well I’d love to hear it played i love to hear it all Well all those
lines so neo-classical
(repeat the same chords for each line)

I’m making movements to the door
I just can’t give my consent to settle your score

It’s, it’s post modern
It’s after the war with all that
Vintage wine and cheese
On your bedroom floor
I’m getting tired of discussing the poetry of your second act
Psychoanalyzing just how I react to your
Your latest creation it’s delusional grandeur
So switch on the TV ‘cause I can’t stand to look at you

Improvise with chords D,G,A,Em to what you think sounds good

In your face there’s a requiem
Not the hint of dissipation
We’ve been over where you’ve been
Turns out you’re just looking for a little divine
Inspiration

It’s, it’s post modern
It’s after the war with all that
Vintage wine and cheese
On your bedroom floor
I’m getting tired of discussing the poetry of your second act
Psychoanalyzing just how I react to your
Your latest creation it’s delusional grandeur
So switch on the TV ‘cause I can’t stand to look at you

I can’t stand to look at you
I can’t stand to look at you
Can’t stand to look at you
I can’t stand to look at you ( Quiet to louder)

[DGDGDGDGDG]
Yeah Yeah Yeaaaaah

D,Em,G,A D(let ring)