Decemberists - Soldiering life

^DAmbling madly all over the ^C#town The call to arms you likened to ^Da whisper I likened to a ^C#radio. ^DYou were a brickbat, a bowery ^C#tough, So rough they culled you from a ^Dcartoon. Pulled out of your ^C#pantaloons.

But ^Ayou, my brother in ^Abarms, I'd rather I'd ^F#mlose my limbs than let you come to ^Eharm. But ^Ayou, my bombazine ^Abdoll The bullets may ^F#msinge your skin and the mortars may ^Efall. But ^AI have never felt ^Eso much light Than ^F#mtonight, huddled in the ^Dtrenches, Gazing on the ^Abattlefield. Our rifles ^Eblaze away. We ^Gblaze away. Oh Oh ^DOh

^DCorporal Bradley of regimen^C#t five In proud array, standing by the ^Dbathing Soldiers and the stevedor^C#es. ^DWe laid on the mattress and tumbled to^C# sleep Our eyes aligned, swaddled in our civ^Dies Cradled in our dungar^C#ees.

But ^Ayou, my brother in ^Abarms, I'd rather I'd ^F#mlose my limbs than let you come to ^Eharm. But ^Ayou, my bombazine ^Abdoll The bullets may ^F#msinge your skin and the mortars may ^Efall. But ^AI have never felt ^Eso much light Than ^F#mtonight, huddled in the ^Dtrenches, Gazing on the ^Abattlefield. Our rifles ^Eblaze away. We ^Gblaze away. Oh Oh ^DOh

We ^Gblaze away. Oh Oh ^DOh We ^Ablaze away. Oh Oh Oh ^EOh We ^Gblaze away. Oh Oh ^DOh