Bad Religion - Dept Of False Hope

Bm
welcome , my son ,
A
to where the work is never done
F# G
and the hungry are seldom ever fed .

Bm
the department of false hope
A
is a proving ground for dopes .
D E F#
and they’ll grind your tiny bones to make their bread . ( hosanna . )

G D A F# C# D
so hold your head up high , forgotten man .
G D A F# C# D
tomorrow won’t be made for you .
G D A F# C# D
and everybody’s gotta try to lend a helping hand .
G A D
for god and man , there’s nothing more to do .

Bm
it crackled on the radio
A
through bright plumes of the sun .
F# G
the announcer said the age of faith was dead .
Bm
though the adolescent nation
A
was just looking for salvation ,
D E F#
the beast of reason reared its ugly head . ( hosanna . )

G D A F# C# D
so hold your head up high , forgotten man .
G D A F# C# D
tomorrow’s not for me and you .
G D A F# C# D
and everybody’s gotta try to lend a helping hand .
G A D
for god and man , there’s nothing more to do .

Bm
A
F# G

Bm
A
D E F#

G
from your cradle of destruction ,
A
with the poorest of instruction
Bm A G
and the merest sliver of a tune ,
F# C# D
oh , you managed somehow to muddle through .

G D A F# C# D
so hold your head up high , forgotten man .
G D A F# C# D
tomorrow’s not for me and you .
G D A F# C# D
and everybody’s gotta try to lend a helping hand .
G A D Bm
for god and man , there’s nothing more to do .

G A
there is nothing more . . .