Bloodsports New Model Army
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Verse 1:
There are [E5]boxes [F#5]packed with [G5]bullets, [A5]there are [E5]crates all [F#5]stacked with b[G5]oxes
[A5]There are [E5]unifor[F#5]ms and h[G5]ardware, [A5]there are [E5]meals all [F#5]wrapped in p[G]lastic
[A5]Through the [E5]night the [F#5]ships are lo[G]ading, [A5]every n[E5]ight these [F#5]ships are l[G5]oading
Be[A5]neath the [G]glare of the burning fl[A]oodlights and the d[G]ancing of the swarmed
mo[A]squitoes
Chorus:
And [Bm]into the fire and the [A]blood red sun the [G]old and rich still [F#]send the young men
[Bm]Into a world of tw[A]isted steel and the [G]acrid smell of [F#]metal burning
And [Bm]on the streets of ho[A]metown now, we [G]watch each other as i[F#]f we're strangers
But [Bm]say it loud, [D]scream it loud: I am [A]not at war
Verse 2: (chords as verse 1)
He says: this body I have been given shall be returned unto its maker
Beneath my clothes these secrets hidden, the sacrifice that I have to offer
By the checkpoint there are soldiers and the cypress branches waving
And the light is hard as glass and the sky is blue and cool and waiting
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Chorus:
These [F]stupid empty wor[Am]ds could all be wr[F]itten on the c[Am]old pale skin
Of the [F]dead laid out in [Dm]shallow graves a[Bb]long the road of bombed out palm trees
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Verse 3: (chords as verse 1)
And in the corners of the bars and cafes, in every town, in every nation
There are these blood-sports on the TVs and the loaded toneless voices
There are cameras by the gravesides and in the executioners' chambers
There are cameras high above us to guide the missiles down from the heavens
Chorus:
I am [Bbm]not at war,
Chorus:
I am [G/B]not at war[G/D] [A/E]
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