Christy Moore - Oblivious

^CWhat will it ^Ftake to make us ^Cangr^Fy? ^AmWhere is the ^Fspark to light our ^Cflam^Ge? We've been ^Amsold out t^Faken in yet ^Cblindl^Fy We'll do it ^Gall ^Fagain, we'll fuel that ^Emgrave ^Ftrain, ^Dmoblivious, it's ^Flike were obliviou^Dms We sti^Cck with the tribe and we Stand by our ^Emman ^AmWhipped into shame by this ^Fgreat master plan ^CStuck in a spiral still ^Emfighting an old civil ^Fwar

^CBack in the day we had ^Emmen of esteem ^AmRisked their lives for a ^Fnational dream A c^Century away and^Em what was it all ^Ffor

Hear their voices down the ^Cdecades ^FCalling to me and to ^Cyou ^FAll that they dreamed for and ^Emdied for Has been ^Fsquandered by scoundrels and ^Dmfools Is this re^Fally the best we can ^Gdo.

Tell me ^CWhat will it ^Ftake to make us ^Cangry^F ? ^AmWhere is that line ^Fthat can't be ^Ccrosse^Gd ^AmWe've been sold out^F taken in yet ^Cblindl^Fy We'll do it ^Emall again, ^Fwe'll fuel ^Emthat grave train^F, ^DmOblivious,^G,,, Obl^Civious.^{G C}

So whe^Fn they give all that you treasure away for a ^Chalf nothing Or ba^Fnish your children to toil on a rich foreign ^Cshore When they p^Frey on the weakest and bow to the ones that hav^Eme plent^Amy,, They ^Dmknow that you'll follow blindly as you did ^Gbefore.

^CImagine a nation where ^Empeople are free not s^Amlaves to some gombeenman ^Feconomy ^CSold into bondage one ^Emill fated September ^Fnight, ^{C F} where ^Csmooth talking sleeveens don't ^Emspin and pretend Their pro^Ammises not just a ^Fmeans to an end and ^Cjustice isn't what's^Em legal It's what is ^Fright

But the king of Island ^Cready ^Fechoes the cries of the ^Cclown ^F Heaps ^Fpain on the sick and ^Emneedy to ^Fsoften the Ice-maiden's ^Dmfrown And ^Fwe take it all lying ^Gdown