Dm C
Banana republic, Septic Isle
Dm C
Screamin' in the sufferin' sea, Sounds like, Cry, Cry, Cry
Dm C
Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see
Dm G
The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests
Dm C
And I wonder do you wonder, While you're sleeping with your whore
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Sharing beds with history, Is like a-licking running sores
Dm C
Forty shades of green yeah, Sixty shades o'red
Dm G
Heroes going cheap these days, Price a bullet in the head
Dm C
Banana republic, Septic Isle
Dm C
Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die
Dm C
Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see
Dm G
The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests
Dm C
Take your hand and lead ya, Up the garden path
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Let me stand aside here, And watch ya pass
Dm C
Strikin' up The Soldiers Song, I know that tune
Dm G
It begs too many questions, And answers too
Dm C
Banana republic, Septic Isle
Dm C
Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die
Dm C
Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see
Dm G
The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests
Dm C
The purple and the pinstripe, They mutely shake their heads
Dm C
A silence shriekin' volumes, Violence worse than they condemn
Dm C
Stab ya in the back, Yeah, Laughing in your face
Dm G
Glad to see the place again, It's a pity nothings changed
Dm C
Banana republic, Septic Isle
Dm C
Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die
Dm C
Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see
Dm G
The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests