C G I pledge allegiance to our countrymenAm our country it is safe again as we safely go to bed at nightC G in our warm nests N.C. I sing my songAm I have been this place beforeDm Am as I spoke on to the childrenDm Am my hands they seem to trembleC G Am the closer I getAm I'm a very stupid manDm Am and I'll lead them to the slaughterDm Am C G Am save the son and daughter of our failing every-manAm our love is a love that givesDm Am but the price it is uncertainDm Am and the way it is so dangerousC G Am to those of little breadAm and I wash my hands cleanDm Am in the waters of optimismDm Am C G Am contaminating pearls with eagles sacrifice my friendsC G Am eagles sacrificeC G Am eagles sacrifice my fiendsC G Am eagles sacrificeDm sleep sweet countrymenAm till we need you againC we will raise our armsG against the face of horrorDm and I will fight and feedAm oh in the name of needC get on your battered kneesG Am and please don't make a soundAm the soldiers are asleepDm Am in the holy land of questionsDm Am the most important lesson:C G Am they get out aliveAm and I call out to the parsonDm Am he waves his hands against meDm Am my countrymen like ChristiansC G Am with the li-ons aroundAm and I call out to the generalDm Am and his most vital positionDm Am as the king of isolationC G Am in this land of suicidesAm and I call out to the maidensDm Am who wear the pelts of jackalsDm Am and little less but shacklesC G Am fill our lust-filled appetites, my friendsC G Am our lust-filled appetitesC G Am our lust-filled appetites, my friendsC G Am our lust-filled appetitesDm this sweet countrymenAm is where our paths will endC your duties pair adjustG my duties what I mustDm only I think of youAm in what I have to doC I'll burn the chapel houseG and make attempts of truceDm and I don't live a gifted lifeAm I'll hoist your flag and make it mineC against the wall that's closing tightG I'll send your wounded down the lineDm oh I will count the waysAm oh each and every dayC G Am 9 8 7 6 5 4 3 2 1C so pleaseG rise for the very honored judgeAm the jury has you to appealAm we'll make this gallow pole your homeC we'll make our motives very clear (other lyrics for round, over previous verse) I will fall into the depths of hell before I sail this ship a port forget about the house of god and go away this house of fear as the saints go marching in I know I want more gin to think and if I die before I wake I bet you are my sin to take END:Dm AmC G sleep sweet countrymenDm Am oh my country-menC G sleep sweet countrymenDm Am oh my country-menC G sleep sweet countrymenDm Am oh my country-menC sleep sweet countryG Am sleep sweet country-men
Sleep Sweet Countrymen
Reverend Glasseye
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