Standard (EADGBE)

 Oh, Oliver boy, what did you do?

 But crushed a hand you never shook

 Then robbed the rights of people to be free

 Oh, Oliver boy, it's a terrible state

 You left behind the worse of race

 Where dignity and pride fought for their place

 Oh, Oliver boy now you are gone

 And we're still here where we belong

  (?)

Forgiveness being our strength you'll never see

Chord Break goes Real fast (F-C-A-Dm)

 Now the sunshine's on the page I write

 Though it's raining hard in Palestine

 Though lands are promised, lands when will we see?

 So don't tell me that your God's my God

 I don't think they even care at all

 Just a phantom man behind the curtain lies does he

 Oh, listen to me bark out loud

 Without a voice and a little growl

Snapping at the hills I wait for something more to change

 The more they stay the same

Oliver boy, it's the same violation

Oliver boy, just the clothes are different

Oliver boy, it's the same old story

Where there's blood there's definite glory

Look into his empty eyes

Fed upon my parasites

His beauty's ugly

 Head devours it's pride

 While the borders of our hate created

Nothing more than to reach our fate

Trapped between our comfort and our grind

So stand along the graveyard wall

 And watch the souls perform this song

Sickening lust, the dead above

As the mourners come to pray, the living stay away

Oliver boy, it's the same violation

Oliver boy, just the clothes are different

Oliver boy, it's the same old story

Where there's blood there's definite glory

Oliver boy, someone stands there

Oliver boy, just to count the guns, yeah

Oliver boy, you're dead but listen

You were wrong but we're no different

(Chords Behind the Solo)

--( x 2)

Marching to the left

Everyone in step

Don't ask the question

Why we're here with no direction

Marching to the right

This is not our fight

The curse of friction

Born of man and contradiction

Oliver boy, it's the same violation

Oliver boy, just the clothes are different

Oliver boy, it's the same old story

Where there's blood there's definite glory

Oliver boy, someone stands there

Oliver boy, just to count the guns, yeah

Oliver boy, you're dead but listen

You were wrong but we're no different

All of our boys

Now the sunshine's on the page I write

 Though it's raining hard in Palestine