Tim Minchin - Thank You God Chords

_ _ I have an apology to [Am] make, I'm afraid I've made a big [Dm] mistake.
I turn my face [F] away from [C] you, Lord.
_ _ _ _ [F] _ _ I was too blind to see the [Em] light, I was too weak to feel [Dm] your might.
I closed my eyes, I [F] couldn't see the [C] truth, Lord.
_ But _ _ [E] _ _ then like Saul on the Damascus [Am] road, _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [E] _ you sent a messenger to [Am] me.
And [C] so, _ [F] _ _ [Em] _ _
[Dm] I have had the truth revealed to me. _
[Em] Please forgive me all those things I _ said.
[F] I'll no longer betray you, Lord.
I [Dm] will pray to you [G]
instead.
[D] And I [Bb] will say, thank you, [F] _ thank you, _ _ [C] thank you, _ God.
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Thank you, [F] thank _ you, _
[C] thank you, God. _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ Thank you, God, for fixing the [G] cataracts of [D] Sam's mum.
_ _ _ I had no idea, but it's suddenly so clear [C] now I feel [G] such a cynic.
How could I have been so dumb?
[F] Thank you [C] for displaying how [Am] praying works, [C] a particular prayer in a particular church.
_ [D] Thank you, Sam, for the chance to acknowledge this _ _ omnipotent _ ophthalmologist.
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_ [C] Thank you, God, for fixing the [D] cataracts of Sam's mum. _ _ _
I didn't realize that it was so simple, but you've [G] shown a great example of just how it can be done.
[D] You only need to pray in [Am] a particular spot to [C] a particular version of a particular God.
[D] And if you pull that off without a hitch, [G] you will fix one eye of one middle-class white bitch.
_ _ _ [Am] I know that the part [E] my arm will be missing, [Am] I couldn't see it, I [E] hope it will, I could barely see [F] it.
But I can admit it [C] when the evidence is [D] clear, as clear as Sam's mum's [A] _ nephronium.
_ _ Thank you, _ [Em] _ _ [C] _ _ God, for fixing the [G] cataracts of Sam's mum.
_ _ _ I have to admit [D] that in the past I have been [G] skeptical that Sam described this miracle, and I am overcome.
[F] How fitting that the sighting of a sight-based intervention [C] should open my eyes to this exciting new dimension.
[D] It's like someone put an eye chart on the wall in front of me, and the top five letters say, I see G-O-D.
_ [G] _ _ [C]
Thank you, Sam, for showing how my point [G] of view has been [D] so flawed.
_ _ I assumed there was no God at all, but now I see that [C] sinicolour's [G] simply that his interests aren't particularly broad.
[F] He's largely undiverted by the starving masses, [C] or the inequality between the various classes.
[D] He gives out strictly limited passes, [G]
redeemable for surgery or two-for-one glasses.
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_ [Em] _ [Am] I feel so shocking [E] for historically mocking [Am] your interests are clearly [E]
confined to the ocular [F] eye.
Thank heaven the top [C] feudists choose a divine [D] and start a little business selling contacts [G] online.
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_ _ _ [C] Fuck [D] me, Sam, what are the odds that a [Dm] _ history's endless parade of [D] gods and the God you just happened to be taught [A] will believe [C] it is the actual one?
And he digs on [F] herely, but not the age-ridden African nation, [C] nor the victims of the plague, nor the flat-out old Asians.
[D] But healthy, privately insured Australians, [E] a common and [G] curable corneal _ degeneration.
_ [Em] _ [Am] The story of Sam's [E] about a single _ [Am] explanation, a surgical god [E] he digs on magic operation,
[Am] a look he'd be mistaken, [E] attribution and [Am] causation, born of a [E] coincidental temporal correlation,
[Am] _
exacerbated by [E] a general lack of education, [Am]
vis-à-vis physics [E] and Sam's parish congregation.
[F] And it couldn't be that all these [C] pious people are liars.
[F]
Couldn't be an [C] artifact of confirmation bias, [F] a product of proofing, [D] a mass delusion,
[G] an impresumed close [E]-style fear of exclusion.
[Am] No one's more likely to be an [E] all-powerful magician
[Am] than the _ misdiagnosis [E] of the initial condition, [Am] or one of many cases [E] of spontaneous condition,
[Am] a record he'd be glitched [E] by the local physician, [F] nor the only explanation [C] for Sam's monsign.
[F] They prayed to an old [C]-known super-being, [F] to the omnipresent master [D] of the universe,
and _ [G] he liked the sound [E] of their heart-rending thirst, so [Am] for a bit of a change [G] from his usual stunt
of [F] being a sexist, [Em] racist, _ murderous cunt, [Dm] he popped down to [Em] bandananga just like that,
[F] used his power to [D] heal the cataracts [G] of _ _ _ _ _ _ [Ab]
Sam's bum.
Of _ _ _
[A] _ _ _ Sam's bum. _ _ _
_ [Am] _ _ [Bb] _ _ _ [D] _ _
_ _ While looking through the [A] cataracts of Sam's bum, _ _ _ _
it appeared that they were such a [D] simple thing, a thing of such a thing, only one thing was [G] common.
Now I understand, a prayer can work out, [D] a particular prayer in a particular church,
[G] in a particular style, with a particular stuff, [D] and for particular problems,
and are particularly tough, and for particular people,
_ preferably white, [D] and for particular senses, _ preferably sight,
a particular prayer in a particular spot, to [E] a particular version of a particular God,
[A] and if you get that right, he does [G] mind, take a break from giving babies malaria,
[D] and pop down to your local area [E] to fix your [A] cataracts of [D] your own. _ _ _ _ _ _
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