D E G A
D E G
Armalite, streetlights, nightsights
A D E G
Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter
A D E G
Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you
A Am
For a long forgotten cause on not so foreign shores
D F D F Am D F D F Am D F D F
Boys baptised in wars, boys baptised in wars
Am
Morphine, chill scream, bad dream
D F D
Serving as numbers on dog tags, flak rags, sand bags
F Am
Your girl has married your best friend, love's end, poison pen
D F D F
Your flesh will always creep
Am D F D A G A C
Tossing, turning sleep, the wounds that burn so deep, burn so deep
A G C
Your mother sits on the edge of the world when the camera starts to roll
A G C
Panoramic viewpoint ressurrects the killing fold
A G C
Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares
A G C A
Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chair
G A C A G
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons
A G A C A G A C A G A C A G A C A G A C A G A C A G A C
A G
And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolor, I must fear evil
D
For I am but mortal and mortals can only die
A G
Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless, faceless watchers
D A
That parade the carpeted corridors of Whitehall
G
Who orders desecration, mutilation
D
Verbal masturbation in the guarded beaurocratic wombs?
A G
Minister, minister care for you children
D
Order them not into damnation to eliminate those who would trespass against you
A G
For whose is the Kingdom, the power, the glory?
D A
For ever and ever, amen
G D A (NC)
Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen
"Halt! Who goes there?" "Death" "Approach friend"
Dm Bb C Am Bb C Am Bb
Dm Bb C Am
You're just another coffin on it's way down the emerald aisle
Bb C Am Bb
Where the children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile
Dm Bb C Am
The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves
Bb C Am Bb
Alleys sing with shrapnel, detonate a temporary hell
Dm Bb C Am Bb C Am Bb Dm Bb C Am Bb C Am Bb
Forgotten sons, forgotten sons
Dm Bb C Am
From the dole queue to the regiment, a profession in a flash
Bb C Am Bb
But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash
Dm Bb C Am
On the news, a nation mourns you, unknown soldier count the cost
Bb C Am Bb
For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous
Dm Bb C Am Bb C Am Bb Dm
Forgotten son, forgotten son
Bb C Am Bb C Am Bb
Forgotten son, forgotten son
Dm Bb C Am
They're still forgotten
Bb C Am Bb
They're still, still forgotten
Dm Bb C Am Bb
Peace on earth and mercy mild Mother Brown has lost her child
C Am Bb D
Just another forgotten son