Chords for Word Game

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Could you knock a man down if you don't like the cut of his clothes?
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Could you put a man away if you don't want to hear what he knows? _ _ _ _ _
Well, it's happening right here, people dying of fear by the door.
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And I know most of you either don't believe it's true or else you don't know what to do.
Or [Dm] maybe I'm singing about you, [D] who knows? _ _ _ _ _
It's incredibly sick, you can feel it as it crosses the land it flows. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Prejudice is slick when it's a word game, it festers and grows. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Move along quick, it feathers when they have somewhere to go.
_ _ _ _ You can feel it as it's rumbling, let emotions keep a-tumbling.
Then instead it starts a-crumbling, [Dm] mostly empty bellies grumbling.
[D] Here we go, _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ people see somebody different, fear is the first reaction shown. _ _ _
_ Then they think they got him, let the barbaric hunt begin, and they move in slow.
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A human spirit is devoured, the remains left to carry on cold.
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_ _ I was told that life is changing, yet history remains.
Does it always stay the same?
Do [Dm] we shrug it off and say, [D] only God knows? _ _ _ _ _
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_ By and by, somebody usually goes _ _ _ _ _ _ down to the ghetto, trying to help but they don't know why.
Folks treat them [Dm] cold, _ _ _ [D] _ _
and the rich keep getting richer and the rest of us just keep getting old. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
They say one must have a mission in order to be a good Christian.
If you don't, you will be [Dm] missing high mass, the evening show.
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masters reap the harvest of the polluted seeds and live some. _
_ _ _ _ Smug and self-righteous, they bitch about people they owe. _ _
_ _ [F] And you can't [D] prove them wrong, there's a goddamn show to know. _ _ _
_ _ _ I have seen these things with my very own eyes, and defended my body's [Dm] soul, it must be too tough to die.
[D] _ American propaganda, South African lies, will not force me to take up [Dm] arms, that's my enemy's pride.
[D] And I won't fight by his rules, that foolishness besides.
His ignorance is gonna [Dm] do him in and nobody's gonna cry, [D] because his children, they are growing up in plain.
They're tired of putting up with bigots and their silver [Dm] cups.
If they're not, then I'll [D] throw up on you, alright.
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