DESCRIPTION:
adaptation of a song that seems particularly appropriate in these troubled times... Couldn't help but add a personal fourth verse...

DEMOCRACY – leonard cohen
Capo on F#

It's coming through a hole in the air, | C F | C |
from those nights in Tienanmen Square. | C G | C |
It's coming from the feel, that this ain't exactly real, | F | F |
or it's real, but it ain't exactly there. | C F | C |
From the wars against disorder, | E | E |
from the sirens night and day, | Ami | Ami |
from the fires of the homeless, | E | E |
from the ashes of the gay: | Ami | Ami |
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A. | G | F | C F | C |

It's coming from the sorrow in the street,
the holy places where the races meet;
from the homicidal bitching that goes down in every kitchen
to determine who will serve and who will eat.
From the wells of disappointment where the women kneel to pray
for the grace of God in the desert here and the desert far away:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on, O mighty Ship of State! |: G | F | C F | C :|
To the Shores of Need, Past the Reefs of Greed,
through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on. | Dmi | G | F | C |

It's coming to America first,
the cradle of the best and of the worst.
It's here they got the range and the machinery for change
and it's here they got the spiritual thirst.
It's here the family's broken and it's here the lonely say
that the heart has got to open in a fundamental way:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

It's coming from the halls of sandy hook.
It’s tearing through the pages of a picture book.
I hear the bullets whistling their deadly tunes again,
for the ears of innocent children and the greed of cupid men
It’s a hymn to perverted values that praise the love of hate,
it’s a requiem of shame to the power of the NRA
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.

Sail on, sail on, O mighty Ship of State!
To the Shores of Need, Past the Reefs of Greed,
through the Squalls of Hate
Sail on, sail on, sail on, sail on.

I'm sentimental, if you know what I mean
I love the country but I can't stand the scene.
And I'm neither left or right, I'm just staying home tonight,
getting lost in that hopeless little screen.
But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that Time cannot decay,
I'm junk but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquet:
Democracy is coming to the U.S.A.