D E G A D E G Armalite, streetlights, nightsights A D E G Searching the roofs for a sniper, a viper, a fighter A D E G Death in the shadows he'll maim you, he'll wound you, he'll kill you A Am For a long forgotten cause on not so foreign shores D F D F Am D F D F Am D F D F Boys baptised in wars, boys baptised in wars Am Morphine, chill scream , bad dream D F D Serving as numbers on dog tags, flak rags, sand bags F Am Your girl has married your best friend, love's end, poison pen D F D F Your flesh will always creep Am D F D A G A C Tossing, turning sleep, the wounds that burn so deep, burn so deep A G C Your mother sits on the edge of the world when the camera starts to roll A G C Panoramic viewpoint ressurrects the killing fold A G C Your father drains another beer, he's one of the few that cares A G C A Crawling behind a Saracen's hull from the safety of his living room chair G A C A G Forgotten sons, forgotten sons, forgotten sons A G A C A G A C A G A C A G A C A G A C A G A C A G A C A G And so as I patrol in the valley of the shadow of the tricolor, I must fear evil D For I am but mortal and mortals can only die A G Asking questions, pleading answers from the nameless, faceless watchers D A That parade the carpeted corridors of Whitehall G Who orders desecration, mutilation D Verbal masturbation in the guarded beaurocratic wombs? A G Minister, minister care for you children D Order them not into damnation to eliminate those who would trespass against you A G For whose is the Kingdom , the power, the glory? D A For ever and ever, amen G D A (N.C.) Amen Amen Amen Amen Amen "Halt! Who goes there?" "Death" "Approach friend" Dm Bb C Am Bb C Am Bb Dm Bb C Am You're just another coffin on it's way down the emerald aisle Bb C Am Bb Where the children's stony glances mourn your death in a terrorist's smile Dm Bb C Am The bomber's arm placing fiery gifts on the supermarket shelves Bb C Am Bb Alleys sing with shrapnel, detonate a temporary hell Dm Bb C Am Bb C Am Bb Dm Bb C Am Bb C Am Bb Forgotten sons, forgotten sons Dm Bb C Am From the dole queue to the regiment, a profession in a flash Bb C Am Bb But remember Monday signings when from door to door you dash Dm Bb C Am On the news, a nation mourns you, unknown soldier count the cost Bb C Am Bb For a second you'll be famous but labelled posthumous Dm Bb C Am Bb C Am Bb Dm Forgotten son, forgotten son Bb C Am Bb C Am Bb Forgotten son, forgotten son Dm Bb C Am They're still forgotten Bb C Am Bb They're still, still forgotten Dm Bb C Am Bb Peace on earth and mercy mild Mother Brown has lost her child C Am Bb D Just another forgotten son