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 . . .