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DEGA
DArmalite, Estreetlights, Gnightsights
ASearching the roofs for a Dsniper, a Eviper, a Gfighter
ADeath in the shadows he'll Dmaim you, he'll Ewound you, he'll Gkill you
For a Along forgotten Amcause on not so foreign shores
BDoys baptised iFn wDarFs, boys baptiAmsed iDn wFarsD F Am D F D F
AmMorphine, chill scream, bad dream
Serving Das numbersF on dog tagDs, flak rags, sand bags
Your Fgirl has married your Ambest friend, love's end, poison pen
Your Dflesh will Falways Dcreep F
AmTossing, turning sleep, the Dwounds that Fburn so Ddeep, burn Aso deep G A C
Your Amother sits on the edge of the world when the Gcamera starts to Croll
APanoramic viewpoint ressurGrects the killing Cfold
Your Afather drains another beer, he's Gone of the few that Ccares
ACrawling behind a Saracen's hull from the Gsafety of his Cliving room Achair
G Forgotten sons,A C forgotten sons, A G forgotten sons
AGACAGACAGACAGACAGACAGACAGAC
A And so as I patrol in the valley of the Gshadow of the tricolor, I must fear evil
DFor I am but mortal and mortals can only die
AAsking questions, pleading answers G from the nameless, faceless watchers
That parade the Dcarpeted corridors of Whitehall A
WhoG orders desecration, mutilation
DVerbal masturbation in the guarded beaurocratic wombs?
AMinister, minister care for you Gchildren
DOrder them not into damnation to eliminate those who would trespass against you
AFor whose is the Kingdom, the Gpower, the glory?
For Dever and ever, Aamen
Amen G Amen D Amen Amen A Amen
"Halt! Who goes there?" "Death" "Approach friend"
DmBbCAmBbCAmBb
You're Dmjust another coffin Bb on it's Cway down the emerald aisle Am
WheBbre the children'sC stony glances mourAmn your death in a terroBbrist's smile
The Dmbomber's arm placing Bbfiery gifts on the suCpermarket Amshelves
BbAlleys sing with Cshrapnel, detonate a Amtemporary Bbhell
Dm Bb FCorgAmotten sons, Bb C AmforgBbotten sons Dm Bb C Am Bb C Am Bb
FrDmom the dole queue Bbto the regimentC, a profession iAmn a flash
But reBbmember Monday Csignings when from Amdoor to door you daBbsh
On the Dmnews, a nation Bbmourns you, unknown Csoldier count the Amcost
BbFor a second you'll be Cfamous but Amlabelled postBbhumous
Dm Bb FCorgAmotten son, Bb C AmforgBbotten son Dm
Bb FCorgAmotten son, BbforgoCtten son Am Bb
TDmhey'reBb stillC forAmgotten
TBbhey're Cstill, stAmill forBbgotten
DmPeace on earth and Bbmercy mild CMother Brown has Amlost her Bbchild
C Just anotAmher forBbgotten Dson
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