Dm Dm Dm Dm Gm Gm Dm Dm Am Gm Dm Dm [Verse]
Dm I saw some people starving
Dm There was murder, there was rape
Dm Their villages were burning
Dm They were trying to escape
Gm I couldn't meet their glances
Gm I was staring at my shoes
Dm It was acid, it was tragic
Dm It was almost like the blues
 AmGmDmDm [Verse]
Dm I have to die a little
Dm Between each murderous thought
Dm And when I'm finished thinking
Dm I have to die a lot
Gm There's torture and there's killing
Gm And there's all my bad reviews
Dm The war, the children missing
Dm Lord, it's almost like the blues
 AmGmDmDm [Verse]
Dm So I let my heart get frozen
Dm To keep away the rot
Dm My father says I'm chosen
Dm My mother says I'm not
Gm I listened to their story
Gm Of the Gypsies and the Jews
Dm It was good, it wasn't boring
Dm It was almost like the blues
 AmGmDmDm [Verse]
Dm There is no G-d in Heaven
Dm And there is no Hell below
Dm So says the great professor
Dm Of all there is to know
Gm But I've had the invitation
Gm That a sinner can't refuse
Dm And it's almost like salvation
Dm It's almost like the blues
 AmGmDmDmAmGmDmDmAmGmDmDm Dm Dm