7 Days

 
                            Dm 
If there's a god 
 
Do you think he's looking down, curled up on his couch right now? 
 
As we fail to figure it out, does he turn down the sound? 
 
Is he proud? Are we proud? 
 
             Am 
Guess we forgot how to live a life with no filter 
        C 
Making boring people famous 
 
Let's pretend they're fascinating 
                   Dm 
Let's tell little girls that pretty girls are better 
 
Or that pigment or religion really matters 
 
Gm              Am 
We're in some trouble 
                  C 
Mr. Maker, don't turn away from your screen 
              D                  Dm 
At least the bubble that we've created could make for some good TV 
 
F 
Oh, Mr Man Upstairs 
Am                          C 
I know you're tuning in up there, way up there 
           G 
Would you care to answer my question? 
F 
Oh, the land of poor taste 
      Am                              C 
The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made 
                       G                           Am      
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days 
 
                  Am 
Does he hang his head at all the greed that we possess? 
        C 
As the anti-social media perpetuates the mess 
              Dm 
Maybe it's a test, maybe he's upset by the loose ends 
 
Stressed like the rest of us, it happens to the best of us 
 
 Am 
God, or is it Mr G to me? 
        C 
I hope that through the static, you'll show us the clarity 
           Dm 
'Cause it's hard to find the silver lining in the bittersweet 
 
Wonder if you're praying for us 'fore you go to sleep 
 
Do you sleep in peace? 
 
       Gm              Am 
'Cause we're in some trouble 
                          C 
Mr. Maker, but don't turn away from your screen 
              D                  Dm 
At least the bubble that we've created has made for damn good TV 
 
F 
Oh, Mr Man Upstairs 
Am                         C 
I know you're tuning in up there, way up there 
           G 
Would you care to answer my question? 
F 
Oh, the land of poor taste 
      Am                              C 
The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made 
                       G                           Am      
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days 
 
Dm                                       F 
Don't touch the remote, we'll be back in a moment 
                                  E 
We are not hopeless, we are just coping 
                                     Am 
The mayhem is rolling, but it ain't showbiz 
                              F 
Reality's potent, chaotic, I know it 
                              Dm           E 
But we're growing, have some hope in us 
                           E7 
And were we worth all the time you gave up? 
 
  F 
Oh, Mr Man Upstairs 
Am                         C 
I know you're tuning in up there, way up there 
           G 
Would you care to answer my question? 
F 
Oh, the land of poor taste 
      Am                              C 
The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made 
                       G                           F      
Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days 
 
 Am    C   G 
Yeah, oh, oh 
 
( F  Am  C  G )