Roger Waters - Leaving beirut

^CAre these ^Ethe peopl^E7e that we should bomb ^FAre we so sure ^Gthey mean us harm ^CIs this our pleasure, ^Epunishment or ^E7crime ^FIs this a mounta^Gin that we really want to climb ^CThe road is hard, ^Ehard and lon^E7g ^FPut down that two by four ^GThis man wo^Culd never turn you from his door Oh Ge^Eorge! Oh^E7 George! ^FThat Texas edu^Gcation must have fucked you^C up when you were very small

^CWhen I^E was 17 ^E7my mother, bless her heart, ^FFulfilled my ^Gsummer drea^Cm she handed me the keys to the car We motored^E down to P^E7aris, fuelled with Dexedrine and booze ^FGot bust in A^Gntibes by the cops and fleeced in Naples by the wops ^CBut everyone wa^Es kind to us^E7, we were the English dudes ^FOur dads had helped them win the war ^GWhen we all knew^C what we were fighting for But now ^Ean Englis^E7hman abroad is just a US stooge ^FThe bulldo^Gg is a poodle snapping round the scoundrel's last refuge

^CIs gentleness too much for us Should ^Egentlene^E7ss be ^Ffiled along with empathy We ^Gfeel for someone else's child ^CEvery time ^Ea smart^E7 bomb does its sums and gets it wrong ^FSomeone else'^Gs child dies and equities in defence rise ^CAmerica,^E Ameri^E7ca, please hear us when we call ^FYou got hip-hop, be-bop, hustle and bustle ^GYou got Atticus Finch, you got Jane Russell ^CYou got freedom of speech, you got great beaches, ^EWilder^E7nesses and malls ^FDon't let the might, the Christian right, ^GFuck it all up for^C you and the rest of the world

^CNot in my^E name, Tony, y^E7ou great war leader you ^FTerror is ^Gstill terror, whosoever gets to frame the rules ^CHistory's no^Et writt^E7en by the vanquished or the damned ^FNow we are^G Genghis Khan, Lucretia Borghia, Son of Sam ^CIn 1961^E they^E7 took this child into their home ^FI wonder what^G became of them in the cauldron that was Lebanon ^CIf I coul^Ed find the^E7m now, could I make amends? ^FHow does^G the ^Cstory end?