Tom: D
Introdução:
E
we've been twelve years down so they rallied all around
A B E
and they offered up the boys to die
E
trading blood for money, selling flags and spining lies
A B E
and business getting better was the battle cry
B
its got nothing to do with you
B
its not a happy story
B
you wont see em running the numbers
B
but you'll see who gets the fucking glory
E
urban epidemics always seem much more severe
A B E
when problems turn from black to white
E
and candle-coated vigils always seeming to sincere
A B E
atleast until the end of the night
B
its got nothing to do with you
B
its not a happy story
B
you wont see em running the numbers
B
but you'll see who gets the fucking glory
CHORUS (I'm not 100% sure about the lyrics, but you can figure it out)
E
There's always something to say
A B E
When there ain't no fucking price to pay
E
Locked and loaded piling in the back
A B E
Curbside patriots
SOLO
D Db
they're selling flags and spinning lies
D Db
while sending someone elses son's to die
E
There's always something to say
A B E
When there ain't no fucking price to pay
E
Locked and loaded piling in the back
A B E
Curbside patriots (second time thru, play INTRO pt 2 over)
OUTRO