Suicide Bomber
TripodVersion1
90
Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
They used dogs on me
They used blindfolds
They embarrassed me in the nude
They gave shocks to me with electrodes
They deprived me of my food
They paraded me round the prison
Chained up to other men
And with every task,
One question they asked
Over and over and over again, they said...
"Aren't you the suicide bomber
Who blew up the bus last year?"
I say, "No," they say, "Yes,"
I say, "You're not thinking it through,"
But they went off and thought up some new things to doooooo
So they soaked me with cold water
And they left me there overnight
They put outlandish costumes upon me
And took photographs of my plight
They accused me of brutal behaviour
Whilst they kicked me in the balls
And with every task,
One question they asked
Echoing off of the cold prison walls, they said...
"Aren't you the suicide bomber
Who blew up the bus last year?"
I said, "No," they punched me,
I said, "Think logically,"
And they said, "You think logically!"
And I said, "What?"
(Interlude: , , , . , , , .)
Psychological torture
Has cleared things right up for me
There's one thing I know,
When they let me go,
I will be the man that they want me to be
Yes, I'll be the suicide bomber
I'll blow up a bus one day
And so will my son
And his son after that
And then some poor new guy
Will sit where I sat
And he will be forced to wear poo for a hat
And so on and so ever forth,
Amen
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Readable chord sheet for Suicide Bomber by Tripod
They used d[F]ogs on me They used bl[C]indfolds They emb[Bb]arrassed me in the n[F]ude They gave sh[F]ocks to me with el[C]ectrodes They depr[Bb]ived me of my f[F]ood They pa[Bb]raded me round the pr[F]ison Ch[Bb]ained up to other m[A]en And with [Bb]every task, One qu[F]estion they a[Dm]sked [Bb]Over and over and [C]over again, they said... [Bb]"Aren't you the suicide b[C]omber Who b[Bb]lew up the b[F]us last y[C]ear?" I say, "[Bb]No," they say, "Y[C]es," I say, "You're n[F]ot thinking it thr[Dm]ough," But they w[Bb]ent off and thought up some n[C]ew things to d[C7]oooooo So they soaked me with cold water And they left me there overnight They put outlandish costumes upon me And took photographs of my plight They accused me of brutal behaviour Whilst they kicked me in the balls And with every task, One question they asked Echoing off of the cold prison walls, they said... "Aren't you the suicide bomber Who blew up the bus last year?" I said, "No," they punched me, I said, "Think logically," And they said, "You think logically!" And I said, "What?" (Interlude: [F], [C], [Bb], [F]. [F], [C], [Bb], [F].) P[Bb]sychological t[F]orture Has cl[Bb]eared things right up for [A]me There's [Bb]one thing I know, When th[F]ey let me [Dm]go, I [Bb]will be the man that they w[C]ant me to be Yes, [Bb]I'll be the suicide b[C]omber I'll b[Bb]low up a b[F]us one d[C]ay And [Bb]so will my s[C]on And his s[F]on after t[Dm]hat And t[Bb]hen some poor n[C]ew guy Will s[F]it where I s[Dm]at And h[Bb]e will be f[C]orced to wear p[F]oo for a h[Dm]at And [F]so on and s[C]o ever f[F]orth, Am[F]en