Capo on 2nd fret
Am C
'Bang' goes the big bang in the darkness and thunder.
Am C
Adam and Eve were strands of bacteria.
Am C
Blind we crawled with the birds and the bees,
F G
Few years on we climbed down from the trees,
Am C
And were standin' in Africa, lookin' at the sky
Am C
Saying 'why we're here? What happens when we die? '
Am C
We used god as a word for the things we can't see,
F G
Now put on some clothes and let's wait for tv.
Am C
Well it doesn't take long 'till we're painting caves,
Am C
Makin' some men kings and other men slaves,
Am C
Sayin' God is our reason, God is our leader,
F G
God spoke to me and he told me to kill ya. '
Am C
We spread like a virus to every dark corner,
Am C
Greeks and romans are layin' down borders.
Am C
The slaves and the soldiers, the queens and the kings,
F G
Wherever they were, they all used to sing:
Am Em F C
Birth, death, weddings and wars,
Am Em F C
That's all we are good for.
Am Em F C
If all of the past was played as a song,
Am G C
Then our lives are a beat of the drum.
Am C
Invading, enslaving, then trading the plunder,
Am C
Tobaco and opium, tea leaves and sugar.
Am C
Empires built with the bones of the slaughtered.
F G
A barrel of booze in return for your daughters and
Am Em F C
Birth, death, weddings and wars,
Am Em F C
Naissance, décès, mariage et guerre,
Am Em F C
Above the same earth, beneath the same stars,
Am G C
You can't hide the beast that we are.
Am C
Well by the dark ages we're gettin' into guns,
Am C
Still fightin' over god and who's got the right ones,
Am C
Still singin' and dancin', now we're paintin' on canvas,
F G
Pasting the time with our s** and our violence.
Am C
The west gets rich and it strangles the earth,
Am C
Romeo and Juliet can't make it work.
Am C
Factories, A-Bombs and Flying-Machines,
F G
Finally someone invents the tv.
Am Em F C
And it's birth, death, weddings and wars,
Am Em F C
Naissance, décès, mariage et guerre,
Am Em F C
Above the same earth, beneath the same stars,
Am G C
You can't hide the beast that we are.
Am C
Instead of hunting now we go to Tescos,
Am C
Instead of talking now we wear headphones,
Am C
Instead of mountains we're heading for mars,
F G
Instead of god we have credit cards.
Am C
And we're still here two thousand and somethin',
Am C
No peace, economy is crashing,
Am C
Just singin' and dancin' and looking at the sky, sayin'
F G
'Why are we here? What happens when we die? '
Am Em F C
Singing birth, death, weddings and wars,
Am Em F C
That's all we're good for.
Am Em F C
If all of the past was played as a song,
Am G F
Then our lives are a beat of the drum,
Am G C
Then our lives are a beat of the drum.