Leonard Cohen - Democracy
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It's cC#oming through a F#/C#hole in the aC#ir,
from those niC#ghts in TianG#anmen SquC#are.
It's coF#ming from the feel
that this B/F#ain't exactly F#real,
or it'C#s real, but it aF#/C#in't exactly C#there.
From the wFars against disorder,
from the sA#mirens night and day,
from the fFires of the homeless,
from the aA#mshes of the gay:
DemoG#cracy is coming F# to the U.S.C#A.
C# F#m
C# F#m
C#
It's cC#oming through a F#/C# crack in theC# wall;
on a visC#ionary floG#od of alcohC#ol;
from the stagF#gering account
of the SeB/F#rmon on theF# Mount
which C#I don't pretend toF#/C# understand aC#t all.
It's cFoming from the silence
on the A#m dock of the bay,
from the brFave, the bold, the battered
heart of A#m Chevrolet:
DemG#ocracy is coming F# to the U.S.AC#.
C# F#m
C# F#m
C#
It's cC#oming from the sF#/C#orrow in the C#street,
the hoC#ly places whG#ere the C#races meet;
from the homF#icidal bitchin'
that goes dB/F#own in every F#kitchen
to detC#ermine who will F#/C#serve and who willC# eat.
From the weFlls of disappointment
where the wA#momen kneel to pray
for the gFrace of God in the desert here
and the deA#msert far away:
DemoG#cracy is coming F# to the U.SC#.A.
C# F#m
C# F#m
C#
Sail G#on, sail F#on
O miC#ghty Ship of State!
To the ShG#ores of Need
Past the ReF#efs of Greed
Through the SquC#alls of Hate
Sail F#mon, sail G#on, sail F#on, sail oC#n.
It's cC#oming to F#/C#America firstC#,
the cC#radle of theG# best and of C#the worst.
It's hF#ere they got the range
and the macB/F#hinery for F#change
and itC#'s here they gotF#/C# the spirituaC#l thirst.
It's hFere the family's broken
and it's hA#mere the lonely say
that the hFeart has got to open
in a funA#mdamental way:
DemoG#cracy is coming F# to the U.S.C#A.
C# F#m
C# F#m
C#
It's cC#oming from the wF#/C#omen and the C#men.
O bC#aby, we'll bG#e making lovC#e again.
We'll be goF#ing down so deep
the riB/F#ver's going toF# weep,
and thC#e mountain's goiF#/C#ng to shout AC#men!
It's coFming like the tidal flood
beA#mneath the lunar sway,
imFperial, mysterious,
in amA#morous array:
DemoG#cracy is coming F# to the U.S.C#A.
C# F#m
C# F#m
C#
Sail G#on, sail F#on ...
I'm seC#ntimental, if youF#/C# know what C#I mean
I love the coC#untry but I G# can't sC#tand the scene.
And I'm neF#ither left or right
I'm just stayB/F#ing home toF#night,
gettinC#g lost in that hF#/C#opeless littlC#e screen.
But I'm stuFbborn as those garbage bags
that TA#mime cannot decay,
I'm jFunk but I'm still holding up
this liA#mttle wild bouquet:
DemoG#cracy is coming F# to the U.S.C#A
C# F#m
C# F#m
C#