{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1039204,"song":"Rant","artist":"Bo Burnham","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11229346-rant-chords-by-bo-burnham/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1039204?type=chord","rating":4.59475,"votes":45,"content":"Pretty simple chords, the rhythm is a chord per measure so also really easy to play.\r\n\r\nCapo on 3rd\r\n[ch]Am[/ch] X02210\r\n[ch]G[/ch] 320033\r\n[ch]D/F#[/ch] 200232\r\n[ch]F[/ch] 133211\r\n\r\nRepeat for the whole song\r\n\r\nall the seats at the sunday masses,\r\nfilled with the mass's massive asses,\r\nclasses pass as fast as molasses.\r\nceremonial reading glasses.\r\nread a little bit of leviticus.\r\nall the kids are a little too little for this.\r\nall the parents nod in agreement -\r\n\"i think i can vaguely see what he meant.\"\r\nit's too early in the morning glory\r\nto read another allegory story,\r\nthe father, reads a little bit farther,\r\nassuring the assured that they need not bother\r\n\"when god, in verse 45, said the slaves are okay to buy,\r\nhe meant that people, all from the start\r\neach have slaves within their hearts.\r\nthings, that we have sold or boughten, that are forced to pick our moral cotton\r\ngod calls us to set these free, free our hearts from slavery...\r\nand then as god goes on to explain the logistics of buying and selling slaves...\"\r\n\r\nin the back, i sit and i nod to the beats that are bumpin from my ipod\r\nmy god, they're starting to pray\r\nand over the music i can hear them say\r\n\"dear god, dear lord, dear vague muscular man with a beard or a sword.\r\ndear good all-seeing being, my way or the highway yahweh.\r\nthe blue-balled anti-masturbator, the great, all-loving faggot hater,\r\ni'd like to thank your holy might for making me both rich and white\r\nand though this is your day of rest, i come to you with one request\r\nthere's so much pain beyond this steeple,\r\nwars and drugs and homeless people.\r\nsadness, where there should be joy, hate and rape and soulja boy.\r\na world in darkness needs your light, so i'm sure your schedule's pretty tight\r\nbut my dog just had leg surgery if you could fix that first...\r\n\r\ndebra messing's fingers in a holy place, \"hail mary full of grace.\"\r\n\r\nobama, could you pass some hope to the pope\r\ni know a couple dude's who wanna elope\r\nsee the pope said, \"nope\" so the bros can't cope.\r\n(the bros can grope but the bros can't cope)\r\nthey've been in love, they've been addicted\r\nwho said they shouldn't? benedict did.\r\ncause in the holy land of the lord he's the holy landlord and dicks are evicted.\r\ncause you can be a benedict if you've been a dick under benedict but\r\nyou can't have benedicts because there's only one pope and only one dick\r\nwhat? a dick on a pope is\r\njust like a soap on a rope cause it's\r\npointless, unless in prison, throw up your bibles, christ has risen.\r\nhallelujah, now it's raining men,\r\nbecause the gender ratio is 1 to 10.\r\nwinos at the eucharist station, trans-gendered-substantiation\r\njesus wasn't the messiah, get back i'm a heretic and i'm on fire\r\nit was oedipus, and those holy nights\r\nthe holy motherfucking christ.\r\ni'm a blasphemah post-katrina cruising the marina. on a crusade to cruise aids\r\nand blast FEMA\r\nyou're too late, we're fucked we don't need ya.\r\n\r\nin the name of the father, son and holy ghost\r\nhead, shoulders, knees and toes\r\nturn up your nose, strike that pose.\r\nHEY MACARENA!","plain_text":"Pretty simple chords, the rhythm is a chord per measure so also really easy to play.\n\nCapo on 3rd\nAm X02210\nG 320033\nD/F# 200232\nF 133211\n\nRepeat for the whole song\n\nall the seats at the sunday masses,\nfilled with the mass's massive asses,\nclasses pass as fast as molasses.\nceremonial reading glasses.\nread a little bit of leviticus.\nall the kids are a little too little for this.\nall the parents nod in agreement -\n\"i think i can vaguely see what he meant.\"\nit's too early in the morning glory\nto read another allegory story,\nthe father, reads a little bit farther,\nassuring the assured that they need not bother\n\"when god, in verse 45, said the slaves are okay to buy,\nhe meant that people, all from the start\neach have slaves within their hearts.\nthings, that we have sold or boughten, that are forced to pick our moral cotton\ngod calls us to set these free, free our hearts from slavery...\nand then as god goes on to explain the logistics of buying and selling slaves...\"\n\nin the back, i sit and i nod to the beats that are bumpin from my ipod\nmy god, they're starting to pray\nand over the music i can hear them say\n\"dear god, dear lord, dear vague muscular man with a beard or a sword.\ndear good all-seeing being, my way or the highway yahweh.\nthe blue-balled anti-masturbator, the great, all-loving faggot hater,\ni'd like to thank your holy might for making me both rich and white\nand though this is your day of rest, i come to you with one request\nthere's so much pain beyond this steeple,\nwars and drugs and homeless people.\nsadness, where there should be joy, hate and rape and soulja boy.\na world in darkness needs your light, so i'm sure your schedule's pretty tight\nbut my dog just had leg surgery if you could fix that first...\n\ndebra messing's fingers in a holy place, \"hail mary full of grace.\"\n\nobama, could you pass some hope to the pope\ni know a couple dude's who wanna elope\nsee the pope said, \"nope\" so the bros can't cope.\n(the bros can grope but the bros can't cope)\nthey've been in love, they've been addicted\nwho said they shouldn't? benedict did.\ncause in the holy land of the lord he's the holy landlord and dicks are evicted.\ncause you can be a benedict if you've been a dick under benedict but\nyou can't have benedicts because there's only one pope and only one dick\nwhat? a dick on a pope is\njust like a soap on a rope cause it's\npointless, unless in prison, throw up your bibles, christ has risen.\nhallelujah, now it's raining men,\nbecause the gender ratio is 1 to 10.\nwinos at the eucharist station, trans-gendered-substantiation\njesus wasn't the messiah, get back i'm a heretic and i'm on fire\nit was oedipus, and those holy nights\nthe holy motherfucking christ.\ni'm a blasphemah post-katrina cruising the marina. on a crusade to cruise aids\nand blast FEMA\nyou're too late, we're fucked we don't need ya.\n\nin the name of the father, son and holy ghost\nhead, shoulders, knees and toes\nturn up your nose, strike that pose.\nHEY MACARENA!","chords":["Am","G","D/F#","F"],"chord_diagrams":{"Am":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,2,3,1,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,1,0]},"F":{"barres":[1],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[1,3,4,2,1,1],"frets":[1,3,3,2,1,1]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}