Oliver Boy (all Of Our Boys) Acordes

	  

    Dm 
Oh! Oliver Boy what did you do? 
    Am 
But crush the hand you never shook 
     Em                             Dm 
Then rob the rights of people to be free 
    Dm 
Oh! Oliver Boy it's a terrible state 
    Am 
You left behind a worse off race 
      Em                                 Dm 
Where dignity and pride fought for their place 
    C              Dm 
Oh! Oliver Boy now you are gone 
    Am                     Dm 
And we're still here where we belong 
Am                                          Dm 
Forgiveness being our strength you'll never see 



Dm 
Now the sun shines on this page I write 
            Am 
Though it's raining hard in Palestine 
   Em 
No lands are promised lands 
             Dm 
When will we see? 
Dm 
So don't tell me that your God's my God 
        Am 
I don't think they even care at all 
       Em                                 Dm 
Just a pantomime behind a curtain lies de-ceit 

   C            Dm 
Oh listen to me bark out loud 
     Am              Dm 
With-out a voice and little growl 
C               Dm 
Snapping at the heels I wait 
Am 
For something more to change 
                       Dm 
The more they stay the same 


Dm 
Oliver Boy! It's the same militia 
D 
Oliver Boy! Just the clothes are different 
F 
Oliver Boy! It's the same old story 
A                                     Dm 
Where there's blood there's death not glory 


Dm 
Look into these empty eyes 
Am 
Fed upon by parasites 
Em                                Dm 
As beauty's ugly head devours its plight 
Dm 
While the borders of our hate create 
Am 
Nothing more than each our fate 
Em                                  Dm 
Trapped between our comfort and our crime 
   C               Dm 
So stand along the graveyard wall 
    Am                  Dm 
And watch the souls per-form their song 
C              Dm 
Sing to us the dead above 
       Am 
As the mourners come to pray 
                Dm 
The living stay away 


Dm 
Oliver Boy! It's the same militia 
D 
Oliver Boy! Just the clothes are different 
F 
Oliver Boy! It's the same old story 
A 
Where there's blood there's death not glory 
Dm 
Oliver Boy! We're all someone's sons 
D 
All of our Boys! Just put down the guns 
F 
Oliver Boy! You're dead but listen 
A                                 Dm 
You were wrong but we're no diffe-rent 



Dm                      D 
   Marching to the left,  everyone in step 
Dm F                         A 
     Don't ask the question, why we're here with no direction 
Dm                       D  
   Marching to the right,  this is not our fight 
Dm F                        A 
     The curse of friction, born of man and contradiction 

Chorus 2
  

Dm 
All of our Boys! 

slow part 

Dm 
Now the sun shines on this page I write 
            Am              A     Dm 
Though it's raining hard in Pales-tine