Song : Stick the fking Flag up Your Goddam Ass, You Sonofabch
Band : Propaganhi
Xing is macked out ^.^
-intro (after the break, when bass, drums, & vocals come in, substitute
the "B7" & the "C" for regular B & C power chords)-
[E] [B7] [C] [D] [G] [F#6]
pm . . . .
-bridge (clean tone, "unmute" the C#4 & C on very last measure)-
[E] [C] [D] [C#4] [C]
pm_____________________________________________________________)
-bridge II-
[E] [G] [A] [D] [E] [G] [A] [D]
pm_) pm_)
-last measure of bridge II-
[E] [G]
-verse-
[E] [D] [C#6] [C]
[B] [A] [G] [F#] [B] [A] [G] [D#]
pm_) pm_)
-chorus-
[E] [C] [D]
pm pm_) pm
[C] [G] [D]
-outro-
+++Here's where it all makes sense+++
-intro-
My father told me "Son, it's futile to resist. You can topple ideology,
but not the armies, they enlist." I questioned the intentions of the
boyscouts chanting "War!!!" "Well, that's the sound of freedom son," he
said (free to say no more).....
-bridge-
But wait a minute, "dad", did you actually say freedom? Well, if you're
dumb enough to vote, you're fking dumb enough to believe him. Because
if this country is so goddamn free, than I can burn your fking flag
wherever I damn well please.
-bridge II-
And you can go stick it up your fking ass!!!!!
-verse-
I carried their anthem, convinced it was mine. Rhymless unreasoned
conjecture kept me in line.
-chorus-
Then I stood back and wondered what the fk had they done to me. Made
accomplice to all that I promised I would never fking be.
-bridge II-
-verse-
You carry their anthem, convinced that it's yours. Invitation to honour.
Invitation to war.
-chorus-
Bette Midler now assumes sainthood. Romanticize murder for morale. Tie a
yellow ribbon 'round the oak tree my friend and,"Gee Wally, that's
swell!"
fk the troops (insert corny but relevant\ poignant catchphrase here)!!!
-bridge II-
-outro-
Band : Propaganhi
Xing is macked out ^.^
-intro (after the break, when bass, drums, & vocals come in, substitute
the "B7" & the "C" for regular B & C power chords)-
[E] [B7] [C] [D] [G] [F#6]
e---------------------------------------------------------|
B---------------------------------------------------------|
G-------------2-2-2-2----5-5-5-5-5-(10)------7------------|
D--2-2-2-2----1-1-1-1----2-2-2-2-2-(7)-------7------------|
A--2-2-2-2----2-2-2-2-0--3-3-3-3-3-(8)--0-0--5-0--5--5----|
E--0-0-0-0-0--------------------------------------3--2----|
pm . . . .
-bridge (clean tone, "unmute" the C#4 & C on very last measure)-
[E] [C] [D] [C#4] [C]
e-------------------------------------------------------------------|
B-------------------------------------------------------------------|
G------9-----9---------5-----5---------7-----7---------0-------0----|
D----9-----9---9-----5-----5---5-----7-----7---7-----4---4---2---2--|
A--7-----7-------7-3-----3-------3-5-----5-------7-4-------3--------|
E-------------------------------------------------------------------|
pm_____________________________________________________________)
-bridge II-
[E] [G] [A] [D] [E] [G] [A] [D]
e----------------------------------------------------------------|
B----------------------------------------------------------------|
G--9-9--9-9-------12-14----------9-9-9--9-9-------12-14----------|
D--9-9--9-9-------12-14-12-12-X--9-9-9--9-9-------12-14-12-12-X--|
A--7-7--7-7--7-7--10-12-12-12-X--7-7-7--7-7--7-7--10-12-12-12-X--|
E-----------------------10-10-X-------------------------10-10-X--|
pm_) pm_)
-last measure of bridge II-
[E] [G]
e-----------------------------------|
B-----------------------------------|
G--9-9--9-9-9--9----12-12-12-12-12--|
D--9-9--9-9-9--9----12-12-12-12-12--|
A--7-7--7-7-7--7-su-10-10-10-10-10--|
E-----------------------------------|
-verse-
[E] [D] [C#6] [C]
e-------------------------------------------------------->>
B-------------------------------------------------------->>
G--9-9--9-9-9-X-7-7--7-7-7-X------------X-5-5--5-5-5--5-->>
D--9-9--9-9-9-X-7-7--7-7-7-X-7-7--7-7-7-X-5-5--5-5-5--5-->>
A--7-7--7-7-7-X-5-5--5-5-5-X-4-4--4-4-4-X-3-3--3-3-3--3-->>
E-------------------------------------------------------->>
[B] [A] [G] [F#] [B] [A] [G] [D#]
>>e------------------------------------------------------------|
>>B------------------------------------------------------------|
>>G------4------2--------------------4------2---------8-8-8-8--|
>>D------4------2------5------4------4------2------5--8-8-8-8--|
>>A--2-2-2--0-0-0------5------4--2-2-2--0-0-0------5--6-6-6-6--|
>>E----------------3-3-3--2-2-2----------------3-3-3-----------| pm_) pm_) pm_) pm_) pm_)
pm_) pm_)
-chorus-
[E] [C] [D]
e-------------------------------------------------------------------->>
B-------------------------------------------------------------------->>
G--9-9--9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9------5--5-5-----5-5-5-5----7--7-7-7-7-7-7-7-->>
D--9-9--9-9-9-9-9-9-9-9------5--5-5-----5-5-5-5----7--7-7-7-7-7-7-7-->>
A--7-7--7-7-7-7-7-7-7-7-sd-3-3--3-3-3-3-3-3-3-3--5-5--5-5-5-5-5-5-5-->>
E-------------------------------------------------------------------->>
pm pm_) pm
[C] [G] [D]
>>e------------------------------|
>>B------------------------------|
>>G----5--5-5-5----------7-7--7--|
>>D----5--5-5-5--5-5--5--7-7--7--|
>>A--3-3--3-3-3--5-5--5--5-5--5--|
>>E--------------3-3--3----------| pm
-outro-
e---------------------------|
B---------------------------|
G--7------12--12------5-----|
D---------------------------|
A--7--su--10--10--sd--3-----|
E---------------------------|
+++Here's where it all makes sense+++
-intro-
My father told me "Son, it's futile to resist. You can topple ideology,
but not the armies, they enlist." I questioned the intentions of the
boyscouts chanting "War!!!" "Well, that's the sound of freedom son," he
said (free to say no more).....
-bridge-
But wait a minute, "dad", did you actually say freedom? Well, if you're
dumb enough to vote, you're fking dumb enough to believe him. Because
if this country is so goddamn free, than I can burn your fking flag
wherever I damn well please.
-bridge II-
And you can go stick it up your fking ass!!!!!
-verse-
I carried their anthem, convinced it was mine. Rhymless unreasoned
conjecture kept me in line.
-chorus-
Then I stood back and wondered what the fk had they done to me. Made
accomplice to all that I promised I would never fking be.
-bridge II-
-verse-
You carry their anthem, convinced that it's yours. Invitation to honour.
Invitation to war.
-chorus-
Bette Midler now assumes sainthood. Romanticize murder for morale. Tie a
yellow ribbon 'round the oak tree my friend and,"Gee Wally, that's
swell!"
fk the troops (insert corny but relevant\ poignant catchphrase here)!!!
-bridge II-
-outro-