Biography:
The 241ers are a political acoustic punk band from Brooklyn, New York, formed in 2008 from the members of Brooklyn's Stockyard Stoics and London's The Filaments, with shuffling percussional support from Mobile, Alabama's Criminal Class USA, and many others.
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The 241ers - Ronnie goes to heaven
There's some picking during the song and some alternation on the chords, but I
think I've got the root chords down so it should be easy enough to follow, you'll
have to listen to the song to see where the adds, sus, 7ths etc are. Also, there's
a second guitar with a capo on the fifth fret playing the same chords for if
you're not playing this one on your own but it would sound great either way.
E C
Oh, Lord, I see a light
G
I hear broad gates throwing back their bolts
D
Feel arms of welcome open wide
E C
Oh, Lord, the light is so bright
G
And I don't know what it means
D
I don't know what it means
E C
It means rows of shiny fighter jets
G D
And shelves for Nancy's china sets
E C D
BODs and candy jars and war (bloody war)
And so much more
E C
Oh, Lord, you are too good to me
G
Your hands are warm and your grip is firm
D
Your light is so bright that I can't see
E C
Oh, Lord, is this the promised land?
G
I pray that you will lead the way
D
And hold on tightly to my hand
E C
Believe me, son, I'll hold you tight
G D
And guide you through the blinding light
E C
To the death of all the union shops
G D
And a noose for Mikhail Gorbachev
E C G D
Our streets are free from pesky beggars
E C G D
You'll dine with Marcos and Noriega
E C G D E C
Your slickest schemes and your darkest dreams are coming true
G D
You're gonna get what you deserve
E C
Oh, Lord, the light's so bright
G
I don't mean to criticize
D
But it's really starting to hurt my eyes
E C
Oh, Lord, your grip is just a little too tight
G
If you could loosen it just a touch
D
You don't have to be so rough
E C G D
"Rough," you say? You've made my day
E C G D
Wait'll you see what's on the way
E C G D
Welfare cuts and Contra funding
E C G D
Gonna learn you, boy, about pain and suffering
G D C
Oh no, what's happening?
G D C
No, no, it's all a bad dream
G D C
My God, what have I done?
E D
Something has gone wrong
G D C
Yes, yes, it's all as planned
G D C
Ron my boy you are now a man
G D C
You'll learn and burn anew each day
E D
To the deepest rungs away
E
And Heaven's grace may trickle down someday
C
Oh, Lord, how could I have been so wrong?
G D
My father weren't you with me all along?
E C
Oh, Lord, I want to go back
G
Purge memory kill history
D
Dream unilateral attack
E C
Hush, my son, you have done me so proud
G
Smiling simpering sold my bag
D
Across your nation raised my flag
E C
My son, now off to bed with you
G
I'll wake you when the others have arrived
It won't be long now
E C G D
They will follow you
They will follow you
E C
Hello, John Paul, it's been too long
G D
It's really great that you've come along
They will follow you
E C
Mr. Falwell, what a surprise
G D
Settle in and dry your eyes
They will follow you
E C
Maggie, Henry, Mommy dear
G D E
Welcome home, there's room for many more
e
B 0 4 0
G 1 3 3 1
D
A
E 4
The 241ers - Ronnie goes to heaven
There's some picking during the song and some alternation on the chords, but I
think I've got the root chords down so it should be easy enough to follow, you'll
have to listen to the song to see where the adds, sus, 7ths etc are. Also, there's
a second guitar with a capo on the fifth fret playing the same chords for if
you're not playing this one on your own but it would sound great either way.
E C
Oh, Lord, I see a light
G
I hear broad gates throwing back their bolts
D
Feel arms of welcome open wide
E C
Oh, Lord, the light is so bright
G
And I don't know what it means
D
I don't know what it means
E C
It means rows of shiny fighter jets
G D
And shelves for Nancy's china sets
E C D
BODs and candy jars and war (bloody war)
And so much more
E C
Oh, Lord, you are too good to me
G
Your hands are warm and your grip is firm
D
Your light is so bright that I can't see
E C
Oh, Lord, is this the promised land?
G
I pray that you will lead the way
D
And hold on tightly to my hand
E C
Believe me, son, I'll hold you tight
G D
And guide you through the blinding light
E C
To the death of all the union shops
G D
And a noose for Mikhail Gorbachev
E C G D
Our streets are free from pesky beggars
E C G D
You'll dine with Marcos and Noriega
E C G D E C
Your slickest schemes and your darkest dreams are coming true
G D
You're gonna get what you deserve
E C
Oh, Lord, the light's so bright
G
I don't mean to criticize
D
But it's really starting to hurt my eyes
E C
Oh, Lord, your grip is just a little too tight
G
If you could loosen it just a touch
D
You don't have to be so rough
E C G D
"Rough," you say? You've made my day
E C G D
Wait'll you see what's on the way
E C G D
Welfare cuts and Contra funding
E C G D
Gonna learn you, boy, about pain and suffering
G D C
Oh no, what's happening?
G D C
No, no, it's all a bad dream
G D C
My God, what have I done?
E D
Something has gone wrong
G D C
Yes, yes, it's all as planned
G D C
Ron my boy you are now a man
G D C
You'll learn and burn anew each day
E D
To the deepest rungs away
E
And Heaven's grace may trickle down someday
C
Oh, Lord, how could I have been so wrong?
G D
My father weren't you with me all along?
E C
Oh, Lord, I want to go back
G
Purge memory kill history
D
Dream unilateral attack
E C
Hush, my son, you have done me so proud
G
Smiling simpering sold my bag
D
Across your nation raised my flag
E C
My son, now off to bed with you
G
I'll wake you when the others have arrived
It won't be long now
E C G D
They will follow you
They will follow you
E C
Hello, John Paul, it's been too long
G D
It's really great that you've come along
They will follow you
E C
Mr. Falwell, what a surprise
G D
Settle in and dry your eyes
They will follow you
E C
Maggie, Henry, Mommy dear
G D E
Welcome home, there's room for many more
e
B 0 4 0
G 1 3 3 1
D
A
E 4
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