Thank You God
Tim MinchinVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
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I have an apology to make,
I'm afraid I've made a big mistake,
I turned my face away from You, Lord.
I was too blind to see the light,
I was too weak to feel your might,
I closed my eyes, I couldn't see the truth, Lord.
But then like Saul on the Damascus road,
You sent a messenger to me, and so,
I have had the truth revealed to me,
Please forgive me all those things I said,
I'll no longer betray you, Lord,
I will pray to you instead.
And I will say thank you, thank you, thank you God.
Thank you, thank you, thank you God.
Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts of Sam's mum.
I had no idea but it's suddenly so clear,
Now I feel such a cynic how could I have been so dumb?
Thank you for displaying how praying works,
A particular prayer in a particular church,
Thank you Sam, for the chance to acknowledge this omnipotent ophthalmologist.
Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts of Sam's mum.
I didn't realise that it was so simple,
But you've shown a great example of just how it can be done,
You only need to pray in a particular spot,
To a particular version of a particular god,
And if you pull that off without a hitch,
He will fix one eye of one middle-class white bitch.
I know in the past my outlook has been limited,
I couldn't see examples of where life had been divinitive,
But I can admit it when the evidence is clear,
As clear as Sam's mum's new cornea.
That's extremely clear!
Extremely clear!
Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts of Sam's mum.
I have to admit that in the past I have been skeptical,
But Sam described this miracle and I am overcome.
How fitting that the sighting of a sight-based intervention,
Should open my eyes to this exciting new dimension.
It's like someone put an eye chart on the wall in front of me,
And the top five letters say I-C-G-O-D.
Thank you Sam, for showing how my point of view has been so flawed.
I assumed there was no God at all but now I see that's cynical,
It's simply that His interests aren't particularly broad.
He's largely undiverted by the starving masses,
Or the inequality between the various classes.
He gives out strictly limited passes,
Redeemable for surgery or two-for-one glasses.
I feel so shocking for historically mocking.
No, your interests are clearly confined to the ocular.
I bet given the chance you'd eschew the divine,
And start a little business selling contacts online.
Fuck me Sam, what are the odds that of history's endless parade of gods,
That the god that you just happen to be taught to believe in is the actual one and he
digs on healing,
But not the AIDS-ridden African nations, or the victims of the plague, or the
flood-addled Asians,
But healthy, privately-insured Australians, with common and curable corneal degeneration?
This story of Sam's has but a single explanation:
A surgical god who digs on magic operations.
No it couldn't be mistaken attribution of causation,
Born of a coincidental temporal correlation,
Exacerbated by a general lack of education,
Vis-a-vis physics in Sam's parish congregation.
And it couldn't be that all these pious people are liars.
It couldn't be an artifact of confirmation bias.
A product of group-think,
A mass delusion,
An Emperor's-New-Clothes-style fear of exclusion.
No it's more likely to be an all-powerful magician,
Than the misdiagnosis of the initial condition,
Or one of many cases of spontaneous remission,
Or a record-keeping glitch by the local physician.
No, the only explanation for Sam's mum seeing:
They prayed to an all-knowing super-being.
To the omnipresent master of the universe,
And he liked the sound of their muttered verse.
So for a bit of a change from his usual stunt,
Of being a sexist, racist, murderous cunt,
He popped down to Dandenong and just like that,
Used his powers to heal the cataracts,
Of Sam's mum.
Of Sam's mum.
Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts of Sam's mum.
I didn't realise that it was such a simple thing.
I feel such a ding-a-ling, what an ignorant scum.
Now I understand how prayer can work,
A particular prayer in a particular church,
In a particular style, with the particular stuff,
And for particular problems that aren't particularly tough,
And for particular people, preferably white,
And for particular senses, preferably sight,
A particular prayer in a particular spot,
To a particular version of a particular god.
And if you get that right, he just might,
Take a break from giving babies malaria,
And pop down to your local area,
To fix the cataracts of your mum.
Hallelujah!
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Readable chord sheet for Thank You God by Tim Minchin
Cadd4: x-3-3-0-1-0 [Bb]: x-1-3-3-3-1 [C7]: x-3-2-3-1-0 [Fdim7]: 1-x-0-1-0-1 [Cdim7]: x-0-1-2-1-2 [G#]: 4-6-6-5-4-4 [F]I have an apology to [C]make, I'm afraid I've made a big [Dm]mistake, I turned my face away from [Cadd4]You, L[C]ord. [F]I was too blind to see the l[C]ight, I was too weak to feel your [Dm]might, I closed my eyes, I couldn't see the [Cadd4]truth, [C]Lord. [E]But then like Saul on the Damascus [Am]road, [E]You sent a messenger to me, and [Am]so, I have [F]had the truth revealed to me, Please forgi[Em]ve me all those things I said, I'll [F]no longer betray you, Lord, I will [G]pray to you instead. And I will say [Bb]thank you, [F]thank you, [C]thank you God. [Bb]Thank you, [F]thank you, [C]thank you God. [C]Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts [G]of Sam's mum. I had no idea but it's suddenly so clear, Now I [C]feel such a cynic how could [C7]I have been so dumb? [F]Thank you for displaying how praying works, A par[C]ticular prayer in a particular church, [D]Thank you Sam, for the chance to acknowledge this o[G]mnipotent ophthalmologist. [C]Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts [G]of Sam's mum. I didn't realise that it was so simple, But you've [C]shown a great example of just [C7]how it can be done, You [F]only need to pray in a particular spot, To a part[C]icular version of a particular god, And if you [D]pull that off without a hitch, He will [G]fix one eye of one middle-class white bitch. I [Am]know in the past my [Fdim7]outlook has been limited, I [Am]couldn't see examples of where l[Fdim7]ife had been divinitive, But [F]I can admit it when the [C]evidence is clear, As [D]clear as Sam's mum's ne[G]w cornea. That's extremely clear! Extremely clear! [C]Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts [G]of Sam's mum. I have to admit that in the past I have been skeptical, But [C]Sam described this miracle and [C7]I am overcome. How [F]fitting that the sighting of a sight-based intervention, Should [C]open my eyes to this exciting new dimension. It's like [D]someone put an eye chart on the wall in front of me, And the [G]top five letters say I-C-G-O-D. [C]Thank you Sam, for showing how my point of view has [G]been so flawed. I assumed there was no God at all but now I see that's cynical, It's [C]simply that His interests aren't par[C7]ticularly broad. He's [F]largely undiverted by the starving masses, Or the [C]inequality between the various classes. He [D]gives out strictly limited passes, Rede[G]emable for surgery or two-for-one glasses. I [Am]feel so shocking for his[Fdim7]torically mocking. No, your [Am]interests are clearly con[Fdim7]fined to the ocular. I [F]bet given the chance you'd esch[C]ew the divine, And [D]start a little business selling [G]contacts online. [C]Fuck me Sam, what are the odds that of [G]history's endless parade of gods, That the god that you just happen to be taught to believe in is the [C]actual one and he [C7] digs on healing, But [F]not the AIDS-ridden African nations, or the [C]victims of the plague, or the flood-addled Asians, But [D]healthy, privately-insured Australians, with [G]common and curable corneal degeneration? This [Am]story of Sam's has but a s[Fdim7]ingle explanation: A [Am]surgical god who digs on [Fdim7]magic operations. No it [Am]couldn't be mistaken attri[Fdim7]bution of causation, [Am]Born of a coincidental [Fdim7]temporal correlation, Ex[Am]acerbated by a general [Fdim7]lack of education, [Am]Vis-a-vis physics in Sam's [Fdim7]parish congregation. And it [F]couldn't be that all these pious [C]people are liars. It [F]couldn't be an artifact of [C]confirmation bias. A [F]product of group-think, A [Cdim7]mass delusion, An [G]Emperor's-New-Clothes-style [Fdim7]fear of exclusion. No it's [Am]more likely to be an al[Fdim7]l-powerful magician, Than the [Am]misdiagnosis of the in[Fdim7]itial condition, Or [Am]one of many cases of spon[Fdim7]taneous remission, Or a [Am]record-keeping glitch by the [Fdim7]local physician. No, the [F]only explanation for [C]Sam's mum seeing: They [F]prayed to an all-knowing [C]super-being. To the [F]omnipresent master of the [Cdim7]universe, And he [G]liked the sound of their [Fdim7]muttered verse. So for a [Am]bit of a change from his [G]usual stunt, Of being a [F]sexist, racist, [Em]murderous cunt, He [F]popped down to Dandenong and [Em]just like that, [F]Used his powers to [Cdim7]heal the cataracts, [G]Of Sam's [G#]mum. Of [A]Sam's mum. [D]Thank you God, for fixing the cataracts [A]of Sam's mum. I didn't realise that it was such a simple thing. I [D]feel such a ding-a-ling, what an ignorant scum. [G]Now I understand how prayer can work, A par[D]ticular prayer in a particular church, In a part[G]icular style, with the particular stuff, And for par[D]ticular problems that aren't particularly tough, And for part[G]icular people, preferably white, And for par[D]ticular senses, preferably sight, A part[G]icular prayer in a particular spot, To a par[Fdim7]ticular version of a particular god. And if you [A]get that right, he just might, [G]Take a break from giving babies malaria, And [D]pop down to your local area, To [E]fix the cataracts [A]of your [D]mum. Hallelujah! [A] [D]