of Montreal – Belle Glade Missionaries (Ukulele)

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Belle Glade missionaries are here to steal your cocaine,

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You better send your malaria to puncture their brains and,

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   Send them back to where they came from.

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 Send them back to the savannas of disease.

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From your first psychotic episode to your drug-induced schizophrenia,

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It's your  dysphoric mania that  makes you so likable,

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   And everybody wanna save you.

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Save you just for themself.

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They're letting children get blown up in their schools today

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So they can get them back into their factories

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You know it pains me to see you all being so betrayed

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But I guess you'll never know, so it doesn't matter

        C#7
Doesn't matter!

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My fever must be high because these bitter winter winds,

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Have made the bones in my jaw go hollow,

B7
   And there's a sense

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   that there's a prowler on the prairie.

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  Leaving hair on the walls.

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We helped to flatten the sounds that bound down Dolores Street,

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And my greatest fear released,

         B7
Into someone else's consciousness

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  and now it's theirs to contend  with.

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 Ah, but still there's these razors to pretend with.

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They're letting children get blown up in their schools today

            D#m                      C#
So they can get them back into their factories

            A#m                          E     A
You know it pains me to see you all being so deceived,

      G#m                                    C#
But I guess you'll never know, so it doesn't matter

Fm
  I have a sense you want to be,

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The female Henry Miller,

            A#m
Cynically referring to your lovers as your pricks and,

           C#
Exploiting other people's madness.

Fm
  On Nexus you claimed to have called out to me,

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Telepathically through all archaic mediums,

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But I never once heard you, so,

                      C#            C#7
I think you were just lying again.

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I feel like I've been Becket's Molloy'd,

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Like something nature people avoid,

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Like all my talent's been destroyed,

             B7
Like I'm a para-spectral voice,

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With no choices at the present.

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 Still there's a value in things unpleasant.

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Well, you post naked GIFs of your epileptic fits,

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And keep track of your hits and your friends don't give a shit,

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And view your fugues with amusement.

D        Dmaj7       D7
 All the evil in the universe,

                D7              F#
There are no victims, only participants.

                D#m                            C#
They're letting children get blown up in their schools today,

            D#m                      C#
So they can get them back into their factories.

            A#m                          E     A
You know it pains me to see you all being so betrayed,

      G#m                                    C#
But I guess you'll never know, so it doesn't matter.

C#7
Doesn't matter!

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Can't trust my instincts lately,

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They don't feel organic.

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They feel more synthetic,

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They feel more synthetic,

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   More synthetic,

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  Synthetic,

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  Synthetic