Chords for Uncle Sam Goddamn

_ _ _ _ The name of this song is Uncle Sam Goddamn.
_ _ It's a show tune, but the show ain't been written for it yet.
_ We gonna see if Tony Jerome and the band can maybe work this shit out for [D] me.
Straighten me [C] out, right quick. _
_ _ [F#] I like it so far, man.
Yeah.
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Welcome to the United States, land of the thief, home of the slave.
Grand Imperial Guard where the dollar is sacred and proud.
Let's do the shift wheel.
Come on now.
[F#m] Smoke and mirrors, stripes [F#] and scars, stoning for the cross and the name of [F#m] God.
Bloodshed, genocide, rape and fraud, written to the pages that a law could law.
The cold continent [F#] latchkey child ran away one day and started acting five.
King of where the wild things are.
Daddy's proud because the Roman Empire done passed it down.
Imported and tortured the workforce who never healed the wounds or shook the curse off.
Now the grown [F#m] up Goliath nation holding open auditions for the part of David.
Can you feel?
Nothing can save you.
You question the reign.
You get rushed in and tamed up.
Fist raised, but I must be insane because I can't figure a single Goddamn way to [F#m] change.
Welcome to the [F#] United States, land of the thief, home of the [F#m] slave.
The Grand Imperial Guard where the dollar is sacred [F#] and proud.
Welcome to the United States, land of the thief, home of the slave.
The Grand Imperial Guard where the dollar is sacred and proud.
All must bow to [F#m] the fat and lazy.
The fuck you obey me and why do they hate me?
Only two generations away from the world's most [F#] despicable slavery trade.
Pioneered so many ways to degrade a human being that it can't be changed to this day.
Legacy so ingrained in the way that we think we no longer need change to be slaves.
God, it's a shameful [F#] display.
The overseers even got raped along the [F#m] way.
Because the children can't escape [F#] from the pain and they born with the poisonous hatred in their veins.
Try and separate a man from his soul.
You only strengthen him and lose your own.
[F#m] But shoot that fucker if he walk near the throne.
Remind him that this is my home.
Now I'm gone.
Welcome to the [F#] United States, land of the thief, [F#m] home of the slave.
The Grand Imperial Guard where the dollar is sacred and proud. _
Welcome to the United States, land of the thief, home of the slave.
The Grand Imperial Guard where the dollar is sacred.
Hold up, give me one [F#m] right here.
You don't give money to the bums on the [F#] corner with a sign bleeding from their gums.
Talking about you don't support a crackhead.
What you think happens to the money from your taxes?
Shit the [F#m] government's an addict.
With a billion dollar a week kill brown people habit.
Even if you ain't on the front line when NASA yell crunch time, you right back at it.
Blaine, look at how you hustling backwards.
At the end of the year [F#] add up what they subtracted.
Three out of twelve months your salary pay for that [F#] madness.
Man, that's savage.
What's left?
Get a big [F#m] ass plasma to see where they made Dan Vather point the damn [F#m] camera.
Only approved questions get answered.
Now stand your ass up for that national anthem.
Welcome to the United States, land of the thief, home of the slave.
The grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is [F#] God.
Welcome [C#] to the United States, land of the thief, home of the slave.
Grand imperial guard where the dollar is sacred and power is [F#m] God. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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