E D D G G A A E E D D G G A A B E Th D er G e' A s a boy in chrimson rags with a grimace and a spoon
E An D d A a B little sullen girl face-up staring at the moon
E An D d G th C ere's no one around to hear the lonesome cry
D Then they pass away alone into the night
E Wh B y C do D w E e pity the dead?
E Ar B e C yo D u A churned by emotion from the voices in your head
E Lo C ok G a D t all the living and you'll ask yourself why
E Oh G w D hy do we pity the dead?
E E D D G G A A E E D D A A B B E We D ll G y A ou've seen the disease, suffering, and decay
E An D d A yo B u whisper to yourself blissfully "It's okay"
E An D d G yo C u still refuse the possibility
D That the dead are better off than we
E Wh B y C do D w E e pity the dead?
E Ar B e C yo D u A churned by emotion from the voices in your head
E Lo C ok G a D t all the living and you'll ask yourself why
E Oh G w D hy C d D o E we pity the dead? Pity the dead
C Te D ll E m C e D wh E at you see, tell me what you know
G Is D there anyone who lives a painless life?
C If D t E here is, show me so
E E E E(high) E E E D
The destitude and famished, demonic and the banished
E E E E(high) E E E D
Dejected and the ostracized, the brainwashed and the paralyzed
E Th C e G co D nquered and objectified, the few who see the other side
C Te D ll E me what you see
G It D 's C a D m E ortal wretched cacophony
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