Roosevelt Room

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[Gm]Hey there son of Ad[G]am
[Gm]Hey there daughter of[G] Eve
[Gm]Help me sing this tear gas [G]riot song
[Gm]To some fresh faced p[G]olice
[F]They won't even know what hit 'em
When they lift their Roman shades
[Gm]When the people's song comes pouring in on a [Dm]brand new day [Gm]

[Gm]Now, you who dam the [G]river
[Gm]You who change a mountai[G]n's name
[Gm]First we marched to ral[G]ly back
[Gm]Now we're taking down Washing[G]ton state
[F]In death there's a consolation
You know only hate and rage
[Em]You paid a dowry for your child's rights
[Dm]Now she's living like a slave   [Gm]

[Gm]A prayer came down the w[G]ire
[Gm]And it was all in the enemy's c[G]ode
[Gm]You couldn't figure out what merc[G]y meant
[Gm]Until you did like you were [G]told
[F]When they finally sent the doctors
Once the fireball went out
[Gm]There was nothing left but the cockroaches
[Dm]In a movie with no sound [Gm]

[Bb]What good, what goo[F]d are you[Gm]?
[Bb]With your cynical flag and your R[F]oosevelt room  [Gm]
[Bb]What good, what goo[F]d are you[Gm]?
[Bb]With your Cherokee trail [F]and your Arlington tomb[Gm]

Yeah, go ask Hunter Thompson
Yeah, go ask Hemmingway's ghost
It all catches up with you
Once you get just a little too old
Take a hard look in the mirror
It's a thing that you did not see
The shadow's long
But the day is young
It just wasn't meant to be

There's no blankets for the winter
There's no oil in the lamp
And I'd like to write my congressman
But I can't afford the stamp
You want me to pay my taxes
So you can propagate your lies
While there's barefoot dudes down in New Orleans
Looking like they're gonna die

Yeah, you who quote the legends
You who poisoned all of my dreams
You pinned all of the medals on
All those boys from Omaha Beach
Hope you haven't got too lazy
I know you like your apple pie
But the working poor you've been pissing on
Are doing double shifts tonight

What good, what good are you?
With your cynical flag and your Roosevelt room
What good, what good are you?
With your Cherokee trail and your Arlington tomb