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Verse 1
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Am
Em
Am
Dm
On the first six days,
Dm
G
We hunted, farmed,
made bread and cheese.
Dm
Bb
Dm
We forged and built, white,
black, and brown,
Am
An d when we'd made our heaven and hell,
Em
on the seventh day we killed
Am
G
ourselves.
Am
Dm
On the first six days we fought with rocks,
G
Dm
With slings and bows and fire locks.
Eye for eye, pound for pound,
Am
We took our wars to another
man's ground.
Dm
Em
On the seventh day our kith and kin
Am
Welcomed the dread invader
Em
Am
Em
G
in
Dm
He has no sound, no sight, no smell
Gm
Dm
No reason at all on earth to dwell
He has no mind to call his own
Em
Am
His nature is made by man alone
You need a machine to know he's fair
Em
Dm
Am
Dm
In wind and water, food or air
G
Dm
He does the work of coal and oil,
but no one wants him on their soil.
He is not made in knightly stealth,
Am
Em
he's made to increase worldly wealth.
Dm
Em
An d when his useful life is done,
Am
Dm
Em
they'll pay the earth to see
Am
Dm
him gone.
He comes by ship,
he comes by plane,
G
Dm
Bb
Dm
he comes in trucks, he comes on trains.
We all take tablets every week
Em
Am
in case they crash or they find a leak.
Em
The children know about spent fuel
Am
Em
Even before they go to school
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Em
Dm
G
Am
Dm
Am
Dm
Police and soldiers everywhere
Am
Dm
Em
Dm
You're never alone any where
Em
Dm
Em
They watch your post,
Em
Am
They check your past,
Em
Am
and they search your home
Em
Dm
Am
Em
They give us a pass, forbid us arms
Dm
Am
Em
In case we mean the in
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Dm
vader harm
The invader lives where the jobs are few
G
Dm
He runs itself, little to do
Our men work there because
it's near
Am
Dm
Am
Replaced by the death rate every year
Em
The poison gases overhang
Am
Em
Then blow away to an
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Em
other man's land
Am
Dm
Am
They pack him into glass and steel
Em
Dm
And away in secret to conceal
Bb
In oceans, mountains, desert holes,
Dm
Em
as if they were hiding their
But someday, somewhere,
he'll get out and bring his makers
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Am
to account.
we've proved our worth
Dm
as a nuclear dustbin for the earth.
A fitting end to set the pace
Am
for a way of life that depends on waste.
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Em
When our children's children bear the scar,
Dm
They'll curse us for the fools we are.
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