Dm
Oh! Oliver Boy what did you do?
Am
But crush the hand you never shook
Em Dm
Then rob the rights of people to be free
Dm
Oh! Oliver Boy it's a terrible state
Am
You left behind a worse off race
Em Dm
Where dignity and pride fought for their place
C Dm
Oh! Oliver Boy now you are gone
Am Dm
And we're still here where we belong
Am Dm
Forgiveness being our strength you'll never see
Dm
Now the sun shines on this page I write
Am
Though it's raining hard in Palestine
Em
No lands are promised lands
Dm
When will we see?
Dm
So don't tell me that your God's my God
Am
I don't think they even care at all
Em Dm
Just a pantomime behind a curtain lies de-ceit
C Dm
Oh listen to me bark out loud
Am Dm
With-out a voice and little growl
C Dm
Snapping at the heels I wait
Am
For something more to change
Dm
The more they stay the same
Dm
Oliver Boy! It's the same militia
D
Oliver Boy! Just the clothes are different
F
Oliver Boy! It's the same old story
A Dm
Where there's blood there's death not glory
Dm
Look into these empty eyes
Am
Fed upon by parasites
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Em Dm
As beauty's ugly head devours its plight
Dm
While the borders of our hate create
Am
Nothing more than each our fate
Em Dm
Trapped between our comfort and our crime
C Dm
So stand along the graveyard wall
Am Dm
And watch the souls per-form their song
C Dm
Sing to us the dead above
Am
As the mourners come to pray
Dm
The living stay away
Dm
Oliver Boy! It's the same militia
D
Oliver Boy! Just the clothes are different
F
Oliver Boy! It's the same old story
A
Where there's blood there's death not glory
Dm
Oliver Boy! We're all someone's sons
D
All of our Boys! Just put down the guns
F
Oliver Boy! You're dead but listen
A Dm
You were wrong but we're no diffe-rent
Dm D
Marching to the left, everyone in step
Dm F A
Don't ask the question, why we're here with no direction
Dm D
Marching to the right, this is not our fight
Dm F A
The curse of friction, born of man and contradiction
Chorus 2
Dm
All of our Boys!
slow part
Dm
Now the sun shines on this page I write
Am A Dm
Though it's raining hard in Pales-tine
