Bloodsports Chords

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E5 F#5 G5 A5 x4

Verse 1:

          E5    F#5         G5       A5        E5         F#5           G5
There are boxes packed with bullets, there are crates all stacked with boxes
A5        E5    F#5     G5       A5        E5        F#5         G
There are uniforms and hardware, there are meals all wrapped in plastic
A5          E5        F#5         G      A5     E5         F#5        G5
Through the night the ships are loading, every night these ships are loading
  A5        G                      A                  G                      
Beneath the glare of the burning floodlights and the dancing of the swarmed 
  A
mosquitoes

Chorus:

    Bm                    A                 G                  F#
And into the fire and the blood red sun the old and rich still send the young men
Bm                A                   G              F#
Into a world of twisted steel and the acrid smell of metal burning
    Bm                  A              G                    F#
And on the streets of hometown now, we watch each other as if we're strangers
    Bm           D                    A
But say it loud, scream it loud: I am not at war

Verse 2: (chords as verse 1)

He says: this body I have been given shall be returned unto its maker
Beneath my clothes these secrets hidden, the sacrifice that I have to offer
By the checkpoint there are soldiers and the cypress branches waving
And the light is hard as glass and the sky is blue and cool and waiting

E5 F#5 G5 A5 x2

Chorus:
 
      F               Am                F             Am
These stupid empty words could all be written on the cold pale skin
       F                Dm              Bb
Of the dead laid out in shallow graves along the road of bombed out palm trees

E5 F#5 G5 A5 x4

Verse 3: (chords as verse 1)

And in the corners of the bars and cafes, in every town, in every nation
There are these blood-sports on the TVs and the loaded toneless voices
There are cameras by the gravesides and in the executioners' chambers
There are cameras high above us to guide the missiles down from the heavens

Chorus:
     Bbm
I am not at war,
Chorus:
     G/B         G/D   A/E
I am not at war