Ian Kearns - Four Chords Til Judgement Day Lyrics

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