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[Verse 1]
If there's a God Dm 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?
Guess we forgot hoAmw to live a life with no filter CMaking boring people famous
Let's pretend they're fascinating
Let's tell little gDmirls that pretty girls are better Or that pigment or religion really matters
[Pre-Chorus]
GmWe're in some trouble Am Mr. Maker, don't turn away fCrom your screen D. Dm At least the bubble that we've created could make for some good TV
[Chorus]
FOh, Mr. Man Upstairs Am. C I know you're tuning in up there, way up there Would you care to anGswer my question? F. Am Oh, the land of poor taste The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made C Would you say, please say it was worth Gthe seven days Am
[Verse 2] Does he hang his head at all the greed that we possess? C. D As the anti-social media perpetuates the mess 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
AmGod, or is it Mr. G to me? I hope that through the static, you’ll show us the clarity 'Cause it's hard tDmo find the silver lining in the bittersweet
Wonder if you're praying for us 'fore you go to sleep
Do you sleep in peace? G
[Pre-Chorus]
'Cause we're in some trouble Am Mr. Maker, but don't turn away froCm your screen At least the bubble tDmhat we've created has made for damn good TV
[Chorus]
FOh, Mr. Man Upstairs Am. C I know you're tuning in up there, way up there Would you care to aGnswer my question? FOh, the land of poor taste Am. C The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made Would you say, pleaGse say it was worth the seven days Dm
[Bridge]
Don't touch the remote, we'Fll be back in a moment We are not hopeless, we are just coping E The mayhem is rolling, but it ain't showbiz Am Reality's potent, chaotic, I know it F But we're growing, have some hope in us Dm E. E7. And were we worth all the time you gave up?
[Chorus]
EOh, Mr. Man Upstairs Am. C I know you're tuning in up there, way up there Would you care to answer myG question? FOh, the land of poor taste Am. C The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made Would you say, pleaGse say it was worth the seven days F Am. Yeah, C oh, Goh F Am C
[Verse 1] 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? Guess we forgot how to live a life with no filter Making boring people famous Let's pretend they're fascinating Let's tell little girls that pretty girls are better Or that pigment or religion really matters [Pre-Chorus] We're in some trouble Mr. Maker, don't turn away from your screen At least the bubble that we've created could make for some good TV [Chorus] Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs I know you're tuning in up there, way up there Would you care to answer my question? Oh, the land of poor taste The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days [Verse 2] Does he hang his head at all the greed that we possess? As the anti-social media perpetuates the mess 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 God, or is it Mr. G to me? I hope that through the static, youâll show us the clarity '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? [Pre-Chorus] 'Cause we're in some trouble Mr. Maker, but don't turn away from your screen At least the bubble that we've created has made for damn good TV [Chorus] Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs I know you're tuning in up there, way up there Would you care to answer my question? Oh, the land of poor taste The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days [Bridge] Don't touch the remote, we'll be back in a moment We are not hopeless, we are just coping The mayhem is rolling, but it ain't showbiz Reality's potent, chaotic, I know it But we're growing, have some hope in us And were we worth all the time you gave up? [Chorus] Oh, Mr. Man Upstairs I know you're tuning in up there, way up there Would you care to answer my question? Oh, the land of poor taste The spectacle of cut and paste that we've made Would you say, please say it was worth the seven days o