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Ooooh, the lonely boys
in their towers of faith
ooooh, the lonely boys
locked in their towers of faith
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the prophet reclined
        C
on the golan heights
Am        D/F#
ohhh, the lonely boys
G
he said, this land is my land
        C
to the Shiites
Am          D
ooooh, the lonely boys
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and jehova looked up from the sea of galilee beneath
       Am                       D
he said, i see you, you thief
D            G
this land is my land
                 C
and this sand is my sand
                 G
and this band is my band
       D     C
oh the lonely boys
                   G
lookin' over their shoulder
                  Em
checkin out every boulder in the park
          Am
where the gates are closed from hate
D
after dark
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and the pope rolled up in his armored van
Am                                     D
he fell on his knees and kissed the land
G                                     C
he said something that i did not understand
it was in polish
     Am
then up stepped an aide
                           D
he said, i will translate
here is what his holiness said:
G               Em
'i am the chief jesuit.'
                     Am
'this land is jesus' land.'
                  D
'and that is all'
'all that there is to it.'
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                G
and in new york city
                               C
the business man in his mohair suit

in the world trade center
Am                    D
puffs on his cheroot
and he said,
G                                      C
well i don't care who owns the desert sands
         Am
my brief
                 D
is with the hydrocarbons underneath
G
and the sea of battle rages
                   C
around the ancient tombs
and mother nature licks her wounds
        Am          
and the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith
        D
who are nervous in the park
                                G
when the gates are closed after dark

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ooooh, the lonely boys
in their towers of faith
ooooh, the lonely boys
locked in their towers of faith