(intro 4x) E5 F#5 G5 A5

(verso)
          E5    F#5         G5       A5        E5         F#5           G5
There are boxes packed with bullets, there are crates all stacked with boxes
A5        E5    F#5     G5       A5        E5        F#5         G
There are uniforms and hardware, there are meals all wrapped in plastic
A5          E5        F#5         G      A5     E5         F#5        G5
Through the night the ships are loading, every night these ships are loading
  A5        G                      A                  G
Beneath the glare of the burning floodlights and the dancing of the swarmed
  A
mosquitoes

(refr?o)
    Bm                    A                 G                  F#
And into the fire and the blood red sun the old and rich still send the young men
Bm                A                   G              F#
Into a world of twisted steel and the acrid smell of metal burning
    Bm                  A              G                    F#
And on the streets of hometown now, we watch each other as if we're strangers
    Bm           D                    A
But say it loud, scream it loud: I am not at war

(verso 2)
    E5    F#5         G5       A5        E5         F#5           G5
He says: this body I have been given shall be returned unto its maker
A5        E5    F#5     G5       A5        E5        F#5         G
Beneath my clothes these secrets hidden, the sacrifice that I have to offer
A5          E5        F#5         G      A5     E5         F#5        G5
By the checkpoint there are soldiers and the cypress branches waving
  A5        G                      A                  G
And the light is hard as glass and the sky is blue and cool and waiting

( E5 F#5 G5 A5 ) (2x)

(refr?o)
      F               Am                F             Am
These stupid empty words could all be written on the cold pale skin
       F                Dm              Bb
Of the dead laid out in shallow graves along the road of bombed out palm trees

( E5 F#5 G5 A5 ) (4x)

(verso 3)
    E5    F#5         G5       A5        E5         F#5           G5
And in the corners of the bars and cafes, in every town, in every nation
A5        E5    F#5     G5       A5        E5        F#5         G
There are these blood-sports on the TVs and the loaded toneless voices
A5          E5        F#5         G      A5     E5         F#5        G5
There are cameras by the gravesides and in the executioners' chambers
  A5        G                      A                  G
There are cameras high above us to guide the missiles down from the heavens

(refr?o)
     Bbm
I am not at war,
     G/B         G/D   A/E
I am not at war