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KIDS PRAYER -Dan Bern

Intrepretation: Kai Ostwald
Transcription: Kai Ostwald

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F#/D
Em
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The Bass line moves alot in this song and I don't wanna write it out. 
Just listen for the parts

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So sad so sad, the news that come our way this morning
    C                                                D 
Like a bad dream, a dream you could never even talk about
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In a school, in a school, where we send our precious children
The one place of innocence the world might ever let them know
And barely aware of the odds against existence in the first place
Of love and fertility and risk of a baby being born
And of food and clothes and fear and maybe relocation
Of sickness and recovery and music lessons, painting the garage
And lingering over eggs and thoughts and sleepy conversation
Of plans for the weekend and one last pause to pet the dog
And glancing at the clock and the grabbing of the sandwich and the notebook
Confident of nothing but the unbroken days which they've been granted

But comes a child, a child so full of anger and hatred
Barely conscious of the genesis coursing through his veins
With a gun, a gun, a deaf and blind deliverer of madness
Skilled in its efficiency beyond his own unformulated brain
And his fellow creatures, school kids in their crushes and their daydreams
Struggling to unwrap the ancient secrets of geometry
And he pulls from his coat the instrument to shatter all forevers
In a random blaze of insides and blood and endless now
And boom and flash and again and not even when it's over
Can any of them summon up so much as the sanity to scream
And on the floor his classmates blown down, and choking 
As he lays his weapon on his desk, partly sure he isn't dreaming

And from all the world they descend with condolence
And to offer up their theories of what went wrong and when and who and why and how
It's all those killings day and night on the television
It's all the movies where violence is natural as breathing
It's guns and bullets easily obtainable as candy
It's video games where you kill and begin to think it's real
It's people not having god in their lives anymore
Or it's all of it, or none of it, or some of it, in various combinations
Now all those theories they sound pretty logical I guess
Though I ain't no scientist, I ain't no dissector of statistics
I ain't no psychologist, I ain't no biologist or theologist 
All that I can do is offer up a prayer of my own

Talk to your kids, play with your kids
Tell 'em your dreams, and your disappointments
Listen to your kids, and listen with your kids
Watch your kids, let your kids watch you
Tell your kids the truth, best as you can tell it
No use telling lies, your kids can always smell it
Cook for your kids, have your kids cook for you
Paint with your kids, dust with your kids
Be sad with your kids, be stupid with your kids
Embarrass your kids, let them embarrass you 
Be strong with your kids, be tough with your kids 
Be firm with your kids, say no to your kids, 
Say yes to your kids, take it easy on your kids
You were a kid not so long ago
There's places that you go, your kids will never know
There are things  that hey know you don't know
So draw with your kids, dance with your kids
Walk with your kids, tell stories to your kids
One day your kids, ain't gonna be kids
Maybe they'll have kids of their own
Lets hope they talk to their kids
Play with their kids
Tell 'em their dreams
And their disappointments

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