A Dm A [Verse 1]A D A It's coming through a hole in the airA D A From those nights in Tiananmen SquareD Dm It's coming from the feel that this ain't exactly realA Or it's real, but it ain't exactly thereC# From the wars against disorderF#m From the sirens night and dayC# From the fires of the homelessF#m From the ashes of the gayE D A Democracy is coming to the USA [Verse 2]A D A It's coming through a crack in the wallA D A On a visionary flood of alcoholD Dm From the staggering account of the Sermon on the MountA Which I don't pretend to understand at allC# F#m It's coming from the silence on the dock of the bayC# F#m From the brave, the bold, the battered heart of ChevroletE D A Democracy is coming to the USA [Verse 3]A D A It's coming from the sorrow in the streetA D A The holy places where the races meetD From the homicidal bitchin'Dm That goes down in every kitchenA To determine who will serve and who will eatC# From the wells of disappointmentF#m Where the women kneel to prayC# For the grace of God in the desert hereF#m And the desert far awayE D A Democracy is coming to the USA [Chorus]E D Sail on, sail onA O mighty ship of stateE To the shores of needD Past the reefs of greedA Through the squalls of hateBm E D A Sail on, sail on, sail on [Verse 4]A D A It's coming to America firstA D A The cradle of the best, of the worstD It's here they've got the rangeDm And the machinery for changeA And it's here they've got the spiritual thirstC# It's here the family's brokenF#m And it's here the lonely sayC# That the heart has got to openF#m In a fundamental wayE D A Democracy is coming to the USA [Verse 5]A D A It's coming from the women and the menA D A Oh baby, we'll be making love againD We'll be going down so deepDm That the river's going to weepA And the mountain's gonna shout "Amen"C# F#m It's coming like the tidal flood beneath the lunar swayC# F#m Imperial, mysterious, in amorous arrayE D A Democracy is coming to the USA [Chorus]E D Sail on, sail onA O mighty ship of stateE To the shores of needD Past the reefs of greedA Through the squalls of hateBm E D A Sail on, sail on, sail on [Interlude]A Dm A Dm A [Verse 6]A D A I'm sentimental, if you know what I meanA D A Oh, I love the country, but I can't stand the sceneD Dm And I'm neither left or right, I'm just staying home tonightA Getting lost in that hopeless little screenC# F#m But I'm stubborn as those garbage bags that time cannot decayC# F#m I'm junk, but I'm still holding up this little wild bouquetE D A Democracy is coming to, to the USAD A To the USAD A To the USAD A To the USA
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