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This is a great song from Conor's new album "Outer South" From: Robert Sin Intro: Am - A* A* e---3---- B---3---- G---3---- D---3---- A---3---- E---3---- Am A* Hey there son of Adam Am A* Hey there daughter of Eve Am A* Help me sing this tear gas riot song Am A* To some fresh faced police
GThey won't even know what hit 'em When they lift their Roman shades AmWhen the people's song comes pouring in on a F#mbrand new day Am
Am A* Now, you who dam the river Am A* You who change a mountain's name Am A* First we marched to rally back Am A* Now we're taking down Washington state
GIn death there's a consolation You know only hate and rage F#mYou paid a dowry for your child's rights F#mNow she's living like a slave Am
Am A* A prayer came down the wire Am A* And it was all in the enemy's code Am A* You couldn't figure out what mercy meant Am A* Until you did like you were told
GWhen they finally sent the doctors Once the fireball went out AmThere was nothing left but the cockroaches F#mIn a movie with no sound Am
CWhat good, what goGod are yoAmu? CWith your cynical flag and your GRoosevelt room Am CWhat good, what goGod are yoAmu? CWith your Cherokee trailG and your Arlington tomAmb
Yeah, go ask Hunter Thompson Yeah, go ask Hemmingway's ghost It all catches up with you Once you get just a little too old Take a hard look in the mirror It's a thing that you did not see The shadow's long But the day is young It just wasn't meant to be There's no blankets for the winter There's no oil in the lamp And I'd like to write my congressman But I can't afford the stamp You want me to pay my taxes So you can propagate your lies While there's barefoot dudes down in New Orleans Looking like they're gonna die Yeah, you who quote the legends You who poisoned all of my dreams You pinned all of the medals on All those boys from Omaha Beach Hope you haven't got too lazy I know you like your apple pie But the working poor you've been pissing on Are doing double shifts tonight What good, what good are you? With your cynical flag and your Roosevelt room What good, what good are you? With your Cherokee trail and your Arlington tomb