Backbone Chords by Wookiefoot

[N] _ [Dm] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
_ [Dm] _ So one thing I do want [G] to stress upon you, that [Dm] is, _ _ _ [G] _ _
that [Dm] is_
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[Dm] Sun is shining [G] on Egyptian tombs, _ [Dm] casting shadows on [G] Roman ruins.
_ Passing [Dm] over [G] a British crown, _ over to the Western world, the day has come around.
[Dm] The sun is shining [G] from East to West.
_ When [D] empire watches it [G] rise, while others watch it set.
_ [Dm] Chosen people, what [G] they always feel inside.
[D] But every king, ruins everything with [G] arrogance and pride.
[D] Well, speak from stone and it won't make a sound.
Voice drowns through the bone of the [G] bones all around.
All you're getting [Dm] thrown is the bones on the ground.
[C] While the free world's backbone's thrown by a [D] cloud.
The drone's blown and it won't make a [C] sound.
Voice drowns through the zone of fear all around.
They [D] follow the leader through a hole in the ground.
While the [G] chosen people watch the sun going down.
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There's a story [D] that I read back in [C] history class.
About a great empire [G] that grew up way [Dm] too fast.
And everybody would divide their desire to expand their land.
[G] Till they acquired the entire upper hand.
[Dm] Masterminds, master glory left them blind.
So kindness would be what was left of humankind.
Leading holy wars in the face of other nations.
Bringing holy swords with self-righteous indignation.
They knew what was right, they turned under the sun.
Because they were the chosen ones, they were the chosen ones.
And as we [Bb] symbolize world capsize into demise.
Surprise, [G] I see the hatred in the rest of the world's eyes.
Stop!
I don't want to read this story, it's cheesy.
The moral's way too obvious and the lesson's too easy.
So let me float through this book for it's something that will teach me.
Crack my head open like a [D] top, quick and cheesy.
But [F] page after page, golden age [D] to golden age.
It just keeps on revolving, it's just one damn story.
[F] Page after page, the wars that we wage.
It's the same [Eb] revolution, it's the same fight for glory.
One thing nobody seems to want to understand.
We [Am] can't wash the blood that we shed off our [Dm] children's hands.
_ We can't wash the blood [Bb] that we shed off our [A] children's hands. _ _ _ _
_ [D] So one thing I do want to stress upon [Dm] you.
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_ [Dm] _ That is.
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_ [Dm] Bones on, many bones, people found, [G] voices found.
Keep on throwing up the bones all around.
[Dm] All you got is bones, many bones on the ground.
[G] While the people die, bones on my [Dm] mind.
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[Dm] Keep on throwing them bones, make it sound.
[G] Voices found, keep on throwing up the feet all around.
[Dm] They follow the lead if you fall in the ground.
[Bb] While the road's end, the rocks are rolling [Dm] down.
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_ [Dm] Keep on throwing them bones, make it sound.
Voices [D] found. _
[A] _ _ [Gb] So shines a good deed in a