Four Chords Til Judgement Day

They think we're playing games Tying up broken chains As we try and forget our names Committing the highest sin As we sing the devil's hymn Oh my head is starting to spin Is there something I can keep Besides something cliche and cheap So I'm not like all the other sheep It's like they already know How things for us will go Oh this is only just for show I met this girl made of clay But her name I will not say For she cries off her soul away We are not what they claim Rather doused in fear and shame As we play to their twisted game Despair over our years Covered by the malicious cheers Of those plagued with deafened ears So no we won't comply You'd rather sit and watch us die Watch us shed the somber tears you cry Oh lord the devil said there's no other way We play the four chords til judgement day