Kevin Devine - Another Bag Of Bones Chords

[Intro]
 
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[Verse]
 
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It's a brush fire spreading, feeding as it moves
       Am                            Em
It's a disappeared glacier; it's the airborne flu
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It's your disbelieving eyes logging concrete miles
          Am                          Em
It's your yawning conscience and your lawyer's smile
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It's an occupied country foaming at the mouth
   Am              Em
No smoking gun, no mushroom cloud
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It's a military mother with a boy in hell
           Am                         Em
And it's a flag-draped casket down an oil well
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It's an Argentine school-girl gagged and bound
       Am                   Em
It's a torture camp; it's a long way down
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It's the constant bracing shock of now
             Am                      Em
And it's the whole damn world turned inside out, alright
 
 
[Interlude]
 
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[Verse 2]
 
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It's a march to extinction with your god in step
         Am                           Em
It's his name in your mouth; it's his cross on your neck
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It's a farm boy sprinting over desert dirt
         Am                          Em
And he's panting the 'Our Father' in staccato spurts
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Now that's his automatic rifle and it tells no lies
         Am                             Em
It's his truth in your stomach, it's no alibi
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But the trouble lies on the other side
        Am                           Em
With an equal truth prepping for his holy night
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He sees the crescent and the star blink in the virgin sky
              Am                              Em
And hears the call of milk and honey from the afterlife
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And as he eases to the checkpoint, he is calm and sure
         Am                      Em
It's collateral damage; it's the cost of war
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It's another bag of bones for the Gods to sort
           Am                          Em
It's just another bag of bones for the Gods to sort
 
 
[Interlude]
 
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[Verse 3]
 
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Well it's a species disappearing, all the birds fly south
     Am                     Em
In a January heatwave, in a pulsing crowd
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It's an African Militia, kids with sub-machines
       Am                       Em
It's a conflict diamond on your bride-to-be
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It's the dispossessed lining up at every gate
         Am                        Em
It's the facts worth facing, faced way too late
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It's the mission of modernity, go get what's yours
            Am                     Em
Til there's nothing leftover to go get no more
         F
And it's not what we're owed, but it's what we've earned
         Am                          Em
And it's closer than we realise, and it's time now to
 
 
[Coda]
 
F      Am
burn
Em                      F     Am
And oh it's time now to burn
Em                      F     Am
And oh it's time now to burn
Em                      F              Am Em
And oh it's time now to burn, to burn
 
 
[Outro]
 
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