Word Game Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[D][Gm][D][Gm][D]
[Gm][D][Gm][D]
[Gm]Would you

[Verse 1]
knock a man
down if you don't like the cut of his [D]clothes
Could you [Gm]put a man away if you don't
want to hear what he [D]knows[Gm][D]
[Gm]Well it's happening right here people
dying of fear by the [D]droves
And I [Gm]know [D]most of you

[Verse 2]
Either don't [D]believe it's true,
Or [Gm]else you don't know what to do
Or maybe I'm singing about [D]you,
Who knows.
[Gm]

[Verse 3]
[D]
It's in[Gm]credibly sick,
you can feel it, as across the land it [D]flows[Gm]
Prejudice is slick when it's a word game,
it festers and [D]grows,
[Gm]Move along quick,
it furthers one to have somewhere to [D]go
You can feel it as it's rumblin'

[Verse 4]
Let [D]emotions keep a tumblin'
[Gm]Then as cities start to crumblin'
Mostly empty bellies grumblin'

[Interlude 1]
Here we go
[Gm][D][Gm][D][Gm]
[D][C#][D]
[Gm]People see

[Verse 5]
somebody different fear
is the first reaction [D]shown
[Gm]Then they think they've got him licked the barbaric
hunt begins and they [F#m]move i[Gm]n slow[D]
A [Gm]human spirit is devoured the remains
left to carrion [D]crow
I was [Gm]told that [D]life is change

[Verse 6]
[D]And yet history remains,
[Gm]Does it always stay the same
Do we shrug it off and say
[C#]Only [D]God knows

[Interlude 2]
[Gm][D][Gm][D]
[Gm][D][Gm]

[Verse 7]
By and [Gm]by, somebody usually [D]goes
[Dm]down[D] to [Gm]the ghetto
Try and help but they don't know why
folks treat them [Dm]cold[D][Gm]
And the rich keep getting richer and the rest
of [F#m]us just keep [Gm]getting [D]old.
You see one [Gm]must have a mission
In order to be a good Christian
If you don't you will be missing
High Mass or the [F#m]evening [D]show[Gm]

[Verse 8]
And [Gm]the well fed masters reap the harvests
of the polluted seeds [D]they've sown,
[Gm]Smug and self-righteous they they
bitch about people [D]they [Gm]owe,[D]
[Gm]And you can't prove them wrong,
they're so God damn sure they [D]know
I have seen these things with my very [Gm]own
eyes and defended my battered soul,

[Verse 9]
It must be too [Gm]tough to die,
Amer[D]ican propaganda,
South [Gm]African lies
Will not force me to take up arms,
that's my [F]enemies' pride,
Ands I won't fight [Dm]by his rules
that's [D]foolish[Gm]ness besides,

[Verse 10]
His [Gm]ignorance is gonna do him
in and nobody's gonna cry,
[F]Becau[Gm]se his children they are growing[D]
up and plainly tired of putting [Gm]up
With bigots and their silver cups
They're fed up, they [F]might throw up
[D]On you

[Outro 1]
[Gm][D][Gm]
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