INTRO: (A F#m D Bm E)
A
Turn my mic up louder,
I got to say something.
G#m
Light Weight step it aside,
when we coming.
F#m
Feel it in your chest,
your sylicals get pumping.
People on the street,
E
they panic and start running.
D
Words on loose leaf,
she complete coming.
I jump on my mind,
C#m
I summon the rhyme of dumping.
Bm
Feeling the blind,
I promise to let the sun in.
E
Sick of the dark ways,
we march to the drumming.
A
Jump when they tell us
they want to see jumping.
Fuck that, I want to
G#m
see some fist pumping.
F#m
Risk something.
Take backwards yours
Say something that you know
E
they might attack you for
D
cause I'm sick of being treated
like I have before.
Like a stupid standing for
C#m
what I'm standing for.
Bm
Like this war is just like
another brand of war.
E
Like a dozen caded rich
and an abandoned poor.
F#m
Like they understand you
in the back of the jet,
D
When you can't put gas in your tank.
A
These fuckers are laughing their way
to the bank and cashing their check
E
asking you to have compassion and to have some respect.
F#m
For a leader so nervous
in unobvious ways
D
Stuttering and mumbling
for nightly news to replay
A
and the rest of the world
watching at the end of the day
E
in the living room laughing
like what do we say?
F#m D A E A
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen
A
In my living room watching,
But I am not laughing.
'Cause when it gets tense,
G#m
I know what might happen.
F#m
The world is cold,
The bold men take action.
Have to react,
E
To getting blown into fractions.
D
10 years old is something to see,
C#m
Another kid my age drugged under a G
Bm
Taking about and found later under a tree,
E
I wonder if he thought the next one could be me.
A
Do you see?
The soldiers that are out today.
G#m
That brush the dust with bulletproof vests away.
F#m
It's ironic.
At times like this you pray,
E
But a bomb blew the mosque up yesterday.
D
There's bombs in the buses, bikes roads,
C#m
inside your markets,your shops, your coves,
Bm
My dad, he's got a lot of fear I know
E
but enough pride inside not to let that show.
F#m
My brother had a book he would hold with pride
D
A little red cover with a broken spine.
A
On the back he hand wrote a quote inside,
E
when the rich wage war, it's the poor who die.
F#m
Meanwhile, the leader just talks away
D
Stuttering and mumbling
for nightly news to replay
A
and the rest of the world
watching at the end of the day
E
both scared and angry
like what do we say?
F#m D A E F#m
Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen, Amen.
F#m D
With hands held high into the skies above
A E
The ocean opens up to swallow you (X6)
CIFRADA POR: Júlio César Martins Santoro