The rhythm in the song is mostly played on piano, but Micheal Franti occasionally strums a
long with a skanky reggae type strumming pattern. Listen to song to get it down.
It never makes no sense. It never makes no sense
Dm Dm7 Dm Dm7
Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire fire fire
Gm Gm7 Gm Gm7
Armageddon is a deadly day, Armageddon is a deadly way
Dm Dm7 Dm Dm7
They commin for you everyday, While Senators on holiday
Gm Gm7 Gm Gm7
The Army recruiters in the parking lot, Hustling kids there jugglin pot
Dm Dm7 Dm Dm7
Listen young man, Listen to my plan , Gonna make you money, gonna make you a man
Gm Gm Gm Gm7
Bom Bom, Here's what you get, An M-16 and a Kevlar vest
You might come home with one less leg, But this thing will surely keep a bullet out of your chest
So Come on Come on, Sign up, Come on
This one's nothing like Vietnam
Except for the bullets, Except for the bombs,
Except for the youth that's gone
Refrão -------------
So we keep it on, til ya coming home, Higher and Higher
Bb (Power) C (Power)
Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire fire fire, so we keep it on
Gm Gm7 Gm Gm7 Bb
Til ya commin home, higher and higher
C
Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire fire fire
Gm Gm7 Gm Gm7
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Tell me President tell if you will,
How many people does a smart bomb kill
How many of em do you think we got,
The General says we never miss a shot
And we never ever ever keep a body count,
we killin so efficiently we can't keep count
In the Afghan hills the rebels still fightin,
Opium fields keep providin
The best heroin that money can buy
and nobody knows where Osama bin hidin
The press conferences keep on lyin like we don't know
Chorus
Some say engine engine number nine,
Machine guns on a New York transit line
The war for oil is a war for the beast,
the war on terror is a war on peace
Tellin you they're gonna protect you,
Tellin you that they support the troops
Don't let them fool you with their milk and honey,
No they only want your money
One step forward and two steps back,
Why do veterans get no respect
PTSD and a broken back,
Take a look at where your moneys gone seen
Take a look at what they spend it on
No excuses, No illusions
Light up ya lighter... Bring Em Home...
Chorus Three Times
Goes out on verse progression, while Franti does his thing.
Power to the Peaceful!
