Bad Religion

^G th ^D e velveteen and oaken soothed the lonely child
^D th ^A e parents watched the escort take him while they stood outside
^C th ^G e ^D priest was kind and gentle as he positioned his head
^A th ^C e ^B pa ^E in was like brimstone, but the kid hardly bled
^C vi ^G ctory
^D in ^E stinct over intellect
^C vi ^G ctory
^D it ^E erupts from deep inside
^C hi ^D story
^E history is laughing at us
^G plotting its discovery
^D victory, victory
^C bl ^D am ^E e it on the victory
INTRO ONCE AGAIN
among the parade crowd there stands a decorated man
remembering how he helped to save this sacred land
his helpless enemy was wounded, both hands raised with hope
he killed him without second thought, with brute force and a rope
victory
instinct over intellect
victory
it erupts from deep inside
history
history is laughing at us
plotting its discovery
victory, victory
blame it on the victory
^C so ^D many times, so many lives
^E te ^F# st ^G th ^B e ^C other side
^C wa ^D it ^B in ^C g to see what the maker has in mind
the unsuspecting commoners hum diligent each day
they wallow in their father's sins, as time passes away
the crimes are without motive but they ignore all restraint
the evil sits inside them torpid timing its escape
victory
instinct over intellect
victory
it erupts from deep inside
history
history is laughing at us
plotting its discovery
victory, victory
blame it on the victory