Intro: Am - A*     

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Am                 A*
Hey there son of Adam
Am                   A*
Hey there daughter of Eve
Am                         A*
Help me sing this tear gas riot song
Am                   A*
To some fresh faced police
G
They won't even know what hit 'em
When they lift their Roman shades
Am                                           F#m            Am
When the people's song comes pouring in on a brand new day

Am                   A*
Now, you who dam the river
Am                      A*
You who change a mountain's name
Am                     A*
First we marched to rally back
Am                           A*
Now we're taking down Washington state
G
In death there's a consolation
You know only hate and rage
F#m
You paid a dowry for your child's rights
F#m                              Am
Now she's living like a slave


Am                      A*
A prayer came down the wire
Am                             A*
And it was all in the enemy's code
Am                               A*
You couldn't figure out what mercy meant
Am                          A*
Until you did like you were told
G
When they finally sent the doctors
Once the fireball went out
Am
There was nothing left but the cockroaches
F#m                       Am
In a movie with no sound


C                 G        Am
What good, what good are you?
C                               G              Am
With your cynical flag and your Roosevelt room
C                 G        Am
What good, what good are you?
C                       G                      Am
With your Cherokee trail and your Arlington tomb

Yeah, go ask Hunter Thompson
Yeah, go ask Hemmingway's ghost
It all catches up with you
Once you get just a little too old
Take a hard look in the mirror
It's a thing that you did not see
The shadow's long
But the day is young
It just wasn't meant to be

There's no blankets for the winter
There's no oil in the lamp
And I'd like to write my congressman
But I can't afford the stamp
You want me to pay my taxes
So you can propagate your lies
While there's barefoot dudes down in New Orleans
Looking like they're gonna die

Yeah, you who quote the legends
You who poisoned all of my dreams
You pinned all of the medals on
All those boys from Omaha Beach
Hope you haven't got too lazy
I know you like your apple pie
But the working poor you've been pissing on
Are doing double shifts tonight

What good, what good are you?
With your cynical flag and your Roosevelt room
What good, what good are you?
With your Cherokee trail and your Arlington tomb