Bloodsports
New Model ArmyVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
x4
There are boxes packed with bullets, there are crates all stacked with boxes
There are uniforms and hardware, there are meals all wrapped in plastic
Through the night the ships are loading, every night these ships are loading
Beneath the glare of the burning floodlights and the dancing of the swarmed
mosquitoes
And into the fire and the blood red sun the old and rich still send the young men
Into a world of twisted steel and the acrid smell of metal burning
And on the streets of hometown now, we watch each other as if we're strangers
But say it loud, scream it loud: I am not at war
(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
x2
These stupid empty words could all be written on the cold pale skin
Of the dead laid out in shallow graves along the road of bombed out palm trees
x4
(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
I am not at war,
I am not at war
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Readable chord sheet for Bloodsports by New Model Army
[E5] [F#5] [G5] [A5] x4 There are [E5]boxes [F#5]packed with [G5]bullets, [A5]there are [E5]crates all [F#5]stacked with b[G5]oxes [A5]There are [E5]unifor[F#5]ms and h[G5]ardware, [A5]there are [E5]meals all [F#5]wrapped in p[G]lastic [A5]Through the [E5]night the [F#5]ships are lo[G]ading, [A5]every n[E5]ight these [F#5]ships are l[G5]oading Be[A5]neath the [G]glare of the burning fl[A]oodlights and the d[G]ancing of the swarmed mo[A]squitoes And [Bm]into the fire and the [A]blood red sun the [G]old and rich still [F#]send the young men [Bm]Into a world of tw[A]isted steel and the [G]acrid smell of [F#]metal burning And [Bm]on the streets of ho[A]metown now, we [G]watch each other as i[F#]f we're strangers But [Bm]say it loud, [D]scream it loud: I am [A]not at war (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 These [F]stupid empty wor[Am]ds could all be wr[F]itten on the c[Am]old pale skin Of the [F]dead laid out in [Dm]shallow graves a[Bb]long the road of bombed out palm trees [E5] [F#5] [G5] [A5] x4 (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 I am [Bbm]not at war, I am [G/B]not at war [G/D] [A/E]