seen things lately
I can't get off my mind
they frustrate me
and keep me up at night
oh lord, does your watchful eye
see the news-every night
via satellite on T.V.
while my god was sleeping
pain was on the rise
when my heart stopped beating
god was far and sleeping
a lot like torture
as pleasant as it seems
a wheel of fortune
with sandy beaches and bad, bad dreams
hey man, what's with your eyes
what do you see-from up so high
are you hypnotized or just lazy
while my god was sleeping
pain was on the rise
the blade that cuts so deeply
made me realize
while my god was sleeping
sleeping like a child
who never said his vespers
he's sleeping now forever
I stopped to watch my life
to watch it passing by?/p>
I love you god, I pay the price
I want to make this sacrifice forever
while my god was sleeping
strangers lost their lives
when their hearts stopped beating
god was far and sleeping
while my god was sleeping
sleeping like a child
who never said his vespers
he's sleeping now foreverCapo on 2nd Fret (below are just chord shapes), actual chords are:
(F#m=(Em), A=(G), D=(C), E=(D), E7=(D7), Bm=(Am))
Em G C G
Well, they blew up the chicken man in Philly last night
Em G C G
And they blew up his house, too.
Em G C G
Down on the boardwalk they're ready for a fight
Em G C G
Gonna see what them racket boys can do.
Em G C G
Now there's trouble busin' in from outta state
Em G C G
And the D.A. can't get no relief.
Em G C G
Gonna be a rumble on the promenade
Em G D
And the gamblin' commissioner's hangin' on by the skin of his teeth.
Em G C G
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
Em G C G
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Em G C G
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
Em G C G
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Well, I got a job and I put my money away
But I got the kind of debts that no honest man can pay.
So I drew out what I had from the Central Trust
And I bought us two tickets on that Coast City bus.
Everything dies, baby that's a fact
But maybe everything that dies some day comes back.
Put your makeup on, fix your hair up pretty
And meet me tonight in Atlantic City.
Am C
Now our luck may have died and our love may be cold
D Em
But with you forever I'll stay.
Am C
We'll be goin' out where the sands turn to gold
D D7