Verse
E F# D G E
Clean that e-vil mud out your soul
F# D G E
Sweet hea-ven save me from that can-dle
F# D G E
Burned it up it burned, it stank so strong
F# D
Of hell fi-ire...
[Chorus]
D B F#
...hea-ven can on-ly know
D G D
what un-holy sights and sounds
B F#
All we in-no-cent babes
D E
has made in them dens
[weird theme]
E F# D G
E F# D G
E F# D G
E F#
[Verse 2]
E F# D G E
All spawn of my own flesh and blood
F# D G E
All spawn of my de-vils's own strumpet
F# D G E
Them ol-den days and them hard times
F# D
and mer-ci-ful...
[Chorus]
B F#
...hea-ven on-ly knows
D G D
what un-holy sights and sounds
B F#
All we in-no-cent babes
D C F Em A
has made in them de -e -e -ens
C F Em A
[Post-Chorus]
D
Weren't you a-feared lit-tle lambs down
G C
there_In all that dark down there
F A# D F C
In that deep place made all flesh all blood
D#
For these eyes of mine
G
What a joy di-vine
[weird theme]
E F# D G
E F# D G
E F# D G
E F# D
Merci-ful...
[Chorus]
B F#
...hea-ven on-ly knows
D G D
what un-holy sights and sounds
B F#
All we in-no-cent babes
D C F Em A
has made in them de -e -e -ens
C F Em A
[Post-Chorus]
D
Weren't you a-feared lit-tle lambs down
G C
there_In all that dark down there
F A# D F C
In that deep place made all flesh all blood
D#
For these eyes of mine
G
What a joy di-vine