Biography:
It takes a certain type of musician to hop freight trains and barrel across the vastness of North America with his brother and cousin. Especially for an artist who, just years before, sold out Madison Square Garden for three consecutive nights. CHAD “CHADWICK” STOKES is anything but a typical rock star. So, there was the singer-guitarist for bands Dispatch and State Radio, wading across a river to escape the chasing railroad bulls and hanging in the different down and out jungles with other traveling folks.
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In the end the whole song is am - f - c - g while the verses and
f - c - g - am while the refrain and bridge. So here we go: (hope the lyrics are ok, thanks to Red Letter Tribe)
Am F
Johnny was a chameleon when it was predominately shrapnel
C G
Shrapnel from the chapel to the cabinet/cab man
Am F
Johnny kissed the groom to go join the killing
C G
While Britain is watching her Watson
Am F
Headed down to Tiananmen but had tarried enough time
C G
Should’ve listened to the world turn
Am F
Told me the cheaters are watching
C G
Scratch ticket Jesus insulting the sultan
F C
But we got an offer to lessen the lesson learned
G
Like kissing cousins kissing out of turn
If you gonna play, you gonna play
Am
The party lines
F C
We gonna take back this town if it takes us all
G
And kid you look like you could be found
G
For the moment we are the fall lines
F C G Am
Our mind, our time, is still marked by the grains of intolerance
F C
Our lives, our fight
G
Til we’re done, til we’re done, til we’re done, til we're done hey hey
Am F C G (2x)
Am F C G
It’s the United States of Discrimination
The schools feed into the prisons
And corporations more powerful than the government
Give a teacher a banker’s salary, see how that goes
See if we farm a land again in Kilimanjaro it snows
You sleep in your Egyptian linen, 500 count thread
What’s the count of your dead?
We are the eye of the needle fixing to mend this quilt of lies
The lies ripped up on our bed, we’re coming in quick
We got Angela Davis on our lips and Mandela in our head
F C
But we got an offer to lessen the lesson learned
G
Like kissing cousins kissing out of turn
If you gonna play, you gonna play
Am
The party lines
F C
We gonna take back this town if it takes us all
G
And kid you look like you could be found
G
For the moment we are the fall lines
F C G Am
Our mind, our time, is still marked by the grains of intolerance
F C
Our lives, our fight
G
Til we’re done, til we’re done, til we’re done, til we're done hey hey
F-G G Am
I lost my religion along with my innocence
F C
Our lives, our fight
G
Til we’re done, til we’re done, til we’re done, til we're done
F
At least he got a body
C
And he’s a boy named Sue
G
And the federalis sure ain’t no expert on love
Am
Why would we listen to you?
F
Oh, at least we got our bodies
C
We’re all a boy named Sue
G
And we fight til it’s done til they guard us (with gardens?) not guns
Am C
Til the borders are run and life is anew
Am F C G
And it was a fight night
And the prize fighter got caught like in a knife fight
And it was all over the highlights when he got hit by a hard right
Saw stars like lite-brite couldn’t see in his sight line
Started his skydive from the high life like Pele playin’ Jai alai
Shot from mayday to his heyday and a pail of mail (?) mêlée as Corner (?) was getting a payday
Needed Thompson from My Lai
Turnin guns on his own guys but it wasn’t maltovs and mai tais
Just AKs and white lies
Tell Mt. Sinai to believe in I and I and you and you and not for an eye and eye and eye and
I ain’t a cap on your tooth
But then again I ain’t debatin’ the to stand in their shoes
I’m just tryin to figure out which golden rule I should choose
We gettin’ high sighted by the tie guys
White collar crime pays, just look at the bylines
If you believe in anything, believe in occupying
Because it’s a rich man’s world we getting off the sidelines
F C G Am
Our mind, our time, is still marked by the grains of intolerance
F C
Our lives, our fight
G
Til we’re done, til we’re done, til we’re done, til we're done hey hey
F - G G Am
I lost my religion along with my innocence
F C
Our lives, our fight
G
Til we’re done, til we’re done, til we’re done, til we're done
f - c - g - am while the refrain and bridge. So here we go: (hope the lyrics are ok, thanks to Red Letter Tribe)
Am F
Johnny was a chameleon when it was predominately shrapnel
C G
Shrapnel from the chapel to the cabinet/cab man
Am F
Johnny kissed the groom to go join the killing
C G
While Britain is watching her Watson
Am F
Headed down to Tiananmen but had tarried enough time
C G
Should’ve listened to the world turn
Am F
Told me the cheaters are watching
C G
Scratch ticket Jesus insulting the sultan
F C
But we got an offer to lessen the lesson learned
G
Like kissing cousins kissing out of turn
If you gonna play, you gonna play
Am
The party lines
F C
We gonna take back this town if it takes us all
G
And kid you look like you could be found
G
For the moment we are the fall lines
F C G Am
Our mind, our time, is still marked by the grains of intolerance
F C
Our lives, our fight
G
Til we’re done, til we’re done, til we’re done, til we're done hey hey
Am F C G (2x)
Am F C G
It’s the United States of Discrimination
The schools feed into the prisons
And corporations more powerful than the government
Give a teacher a banker’s salary, see how that goes
See if we farm a land again in Kilimanjaro it snows
You sleep in your Egyptian linen, 500 count thread
What’s the count of your dead?
We are the eye of the needle fixing to mend this quilt of lies
The lies ripped up on our bed, we’re coming in quick
We got Angela Davis on our lips and Mandela in our head
F C
But we got an offer to lessen the lesson learned
G
Like kissing cousins kissing out of turn
If you gonna play, you gonna play
Am
The party lines
F C
We gonna take back this town if it takes us all
G
And kid you look like you could be found
G
For the moment we are the fall lines
F C G Am
Our mind, our time, is still marked by the grains of intolerance
F C
Our lives, our fight
G
Til we’re done, til we’re done, til we’re done, til we're done hey hey
F-G G Am
I lost my religion along with my innocence
F C
Our lives, our fight
G
Til we’re done, til we’re done, til we’re done, til we're done
F
At least he got a body
C
And he’s a boy named Sue
G
And the federalis sure ain’t no expert on love
Am
Why would we listen to you?
F
Oh, at least we got our bodies
C
We’re all a boy named Sue
G
And we fight til it’s done til they guard us (with gardens?) not guns
Am C
Til the borders are run and life is anew
Am F C G
And it was a fight night
And the prize fighter got caught like in a knife fight
And it was all over the highlights when he got hit by a hard right
Saw stars like lite-brite couldn’t see in his sight line
Started his skydive from the high life like Pele playin’ Jai alai
Shot from mayday to his heyday and a pail of mail (?) mêlée as Corner (?) was getting a payday
Needed Thompson from My Lai
Turnin guns on his own guys but it wasn’t maltovs and mai tais
Just AKs and white lies
Tell Mt. Sinai to believe in I and I and you and you and not for an eye and eye and eye and
I ain’t a cap on your tooth
But then again I ain’t debatin’ the to stand in their shoes
I’m just tryin to figure out which golden rule I should choose
We gettin’ high sighted by the tie guys
White collar crime pays, just look at the bylines
If you believe in anything, believe in occupying
Because it’s a rich man’s world we getting off the sidelines
F C G Am
Our mind, our time, is still marked by the grains of intolerance
F C
Our lives, our fight
G
Til we’re done, til we’re done, til we’re done, til we're done hey hey
F - G G Am
I lost my religion along with my innocence
F C
Our lives, our fight
G
Til we’re done, til we’re done, til we’re done, til we're done
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