C E E7 Are these the people that we should bomb F G Are we so sure they mean us harm C E E7 Is this our pleasure, punishment or crime F G Is this a mountain that we really want to climb C E E7 The road is hard, hard and long F Put down that two by four G C This man would never turn you from his door E E7 Oh George! Oh George! F G C That Texas education must have fucked you up when you were very small C E E7 When I was 17 my mother, bless her heart, F G C Fulfilled my summer dream she handed me the keys to the car E E7 We motored down to Paris, fuelled with Dexedrine and booze F G Got bust in Antibes by the cops and fleeced in Naples by the wops C E E7 But everyone was kind to us, we were the English dudes F Our dads had helped them win the war G C When we all knew what we were fighting for E E7 But now an Englishman abroad is just a US stooge F G The bulldog is a poodle snapping round the scoundrel's last refuge C Is gentleness too much for us E E7 F Should gentleness be filed along with empathy G We feel for someone else's child C E E7 Every time a smart bomb does its sums and gets it wrong F G Someone else's child dies and equities in defence rise C E E7 America, America, please hear us when we call F You got hip-hop, be-bop, hustle and bustle G You got Atticus Finch, you got Jane Russell C You got freedom of speech, you got great beaches, E E7 Wildernesses and malls F Don't let the might, the Christian right, G C Fuck it all up for you and the rest of the world C E E7 Not in my name, Tony, you great war leader you F G Terror is still terror, whosoever gets to frame the rules C E E7 History's not written by the vanquished or the damned F G Now we are Genghis Khan, Lucretia Borghia, Son of Sam C E E7 In 1961 they took this child into their home F G I wonder what became of them in the cauldron that was Lebanon C E E7 If I could find them now, could I make amends? F G C How does the story end?
