Holy taby ukulele według Pvris

G   Bm    G    Bm

              G
You've got it all,
                       Bm
But you've got it all wrong.
           G                              Bm
You don't know you're a poor unfortunate soul.
      G
Oh I know,
                           Bm
You make it seem that you feel whole,
               G                              Bm
So they don't know you're a poor unfortunate soul.

              G
You put on a faith facade,
              Bm
Think you're holy when you're not.
            D
I hate to break it to you baby,
                   A
But you're simply lost.
         G                            Bm
You can right all the wrongs just to feel you belong,
            D                                 A
But simply calling out sins don't bring you closer to God.
               G
You're just a ghost at most,
          Bm
A set of empty bones,
               D                          A
Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole,
     G                   Bm
When it gets cold. Oh oh oh 

           G
You don't know.
              Bm
No you don't know.
           G
Oh you're all alone,
                     Bm
You poor unfortunate soul.
           G                 Bm             D 
You can't control where your body let's you go.
           G
Oh you're all alone,
     A                Bm
You poor unfortunate soul.

         G                     Bm
And you say that I've got it all wrong.
                 G                           Bm
'Cause you just know I'm a poor unfortunate soul.
 
                G                              Bm
But there's no way that there's weight in the words that you preach,
              D                            A
When you're claiming your faith and you contradict your speech.
      G                      Bm
So I sit here and listen to your tongue and cheek,
             D                                  A
I know that when you sit and pray you're only praying for keeps.
                 G
Cause you're a ghost at most,
          Bm
A set of empty bones,
               D                          A
Searching for anything and everything to make you feel whole,
     G                   Bm
When it gets cold. Oh oh oh 


           G
You don't know.
              Bm
No you don't know.
           G
Oh you're all alone,
                     Bm
You poor unfortunate soul.
           G                 Bm             D 
You can't control where your body let's you go.
           G
Oh you're all alone,
     A                Bm
You poor unfortunate soul.

         G
You're shallow and empty and filled with regret.
              Bm
I think that chest must be heavy from that cross on your neck 
          G                                                        Bm
you only wear 'cause you're weary of what comes next after you're death.
                                 G          Bm
Don't think I didn't notice.
                                 G          Bm
Don't think I didn't notice

Don't think I didn't know
              G
You're just a gho-oh-oh-oh
                 Bm
Poor unfortunate so-oh-oh-oh
                 G
Poor unfortunate oh oh oh oh
                 Bm
Poor unfortunate so-oh-oh-oh
                  G
And you've got it all
                  Bm
And you've got it all wrong
              G
You'll never know, never know, never know
      Bm                 G
Poor unfortunate soul
Bm                      G         Bm       G
Don't think I didn't notice