Blood On The Sand

Cm  Ab  Fm  Bb  (4x)

[Verse 1]
Cm Ab       Fm        Bb      Cm        Ab    Fm  Bb
We wave our flags, we swallow fear like medicine
Cm Ab       Fm       Bb             Cm    Ab       Fm  Bb
We kiss the hands of profiteers and their congressmen
Cm       Ab       Eb
But I've seen too much (of this fear and hate)
Cm   Ab  Eb
I've had enough (and I'm not afraid)
Cm Ab      Eb                        Cm   Ab     Eb
To raise a shout, to make it clear — this has to end

[Chorus]
        Cm           Eb            Ab           Fm
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street
              Cm        Eb             Ab            Fm
And there's a gun in my hand, or there might as well be
        Cm  Eb  Ab Fm       Cm  Eb  Ab Fm
And I'm sick of it — I'm so sick of this

[Verse 2]
Cm Ab    Fm     Bb       Cm        Ab      Fm  Bb
We panic at the sight of different colored skin
Cm  Ab          Fm    Bb     Cm      Ab         Fm  Bb
And we've got a plan to justify each mess we're in
Cm       Ab       Eb
But I've seen too much (of this fear and hate)
Cm   Ab  Eb
I've had enough (and I'm not afraid)
Cm Ab     Eb                        Cm   Ab     Eb
To take a stand, to make it right — this has to end

[Chorus]
        Cm           Eb            Ab           Fm
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street
              Cm        Eb             Ab            Fm
And there's a gun in my hand, or there might as well be
        Cm  Eb  Ab Fm       Cm  Eb  Ab Fm
And I'm sick of it — I'm so sick of this

[Bridge]
Ab                  Fm                  Cm              Bb
Fear will kill your mind and steal your love as sure as anything
Ab                Fm                 Cm              Bb
Fear will rob you blind and make you numb to other's suffering
         Ab        Fm             Cm                 Bb
And I've felt it's touch too many times and I've had enough
     Ab   Fm
I've had enough

[Chorus]
        Cm           Eb            Ab           Fm
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street
              Cm        Eb             Ab            Fm
And there's a gun in my hand, or there might as well be
        Cm  Eb  Ab Fm       Cm  Eb  Ab Fm
And I'm sick of it — I'm so sick of this

[Ending Chorus]
        Cm           Eb            Ab           Fm
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street
              Cm          Eb             Ab            Fm
And there's a gun in your hand, or there might as well be
        Cm  Eb  Ab Fm        Cm  Eb  Ab Fm
Are you sick of it? — I'm so sick of this
         Cm  Eb  Ab Fm       Cm    Eb     Ab    Fm
Yes, I'm sick. I'm sick of this. I'm so sick of this.