Illegal Attacks chords by Ian Brown

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Intro 1

Verse 1
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So what
the fuck is this UK
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Gunning with this U .S. of A in  Iraq
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In  and Iran and in Afghanistan
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Does not a day go by
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Without the Israeli Air Force
Failing to drop its bombs from the sky
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How many mothers to cry
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How many sons have to die
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How many missions left to fly over Palestine?
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Cos as a matter of fact,
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it's a pact, it's an act
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These are illegal attacks,
so bring the soldiers back
C 
These are illegal attacks,
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it's contracts for contacts
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I'm saying concrete facts,
so bring the soldiers back
What mean you that
D 
you beat my people?
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What mean you that
C 
you beat my people?
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And grind the faces of the poor?
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So tell me just how cool
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were the Taliban?
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Sat burning incense in Texas,
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roaming round in a Lexus
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Sitting on six billion oil drums,
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down with the Dow Jones
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Up on the Nasdaq,
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pushed into the war zones
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It's a   commercial crusade,
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cos only our men get paid
Em 
And only so many soldiers come home
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It's a commando crusade,
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a military charade
Em 
And only so many soldiers come home
C 
What mean you that you beat
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my people?
Em 
What mean you that you beat my people?
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And grind the faces of the poor
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Soldiers, soldiers, come home
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Em 
Soldiers, come home
To hold the blood and sweat
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Nobody can forget
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It  ain't the size of the dog in the fight
It's the size of the fight in the dog
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On the day or the night
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There's no time to reflect on  the threat
The situation, the bargain or the fight
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These are commercial crusades
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Cos all the other get paid
Em 
These are Commando Crusades,
Commando Tactical Raid
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Up on the streets and beyond,
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welcome Baghdad to Tehran
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And Tel Aviv, bring forth the
prophets of the north
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From Damascus, filling pockets
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with the prophets of greed
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These are Commercial Crusades,
Commando Tactical Raid
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We're military charades and
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to campaign
C 
And who are the devils?
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And who are the bloods?
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They saw the mountain,
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and drank up in the fountain
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Soldiers, come on
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Em 
Soldiers, soldiers, come home
C 
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Em 
Soldiers, soldiers, come home
C 
What mean you that you beat
Am 
my people?
Em 
What mean you that
C 
you beat my people?
Am 
Em 
And grind the faces of the poor
What mean you that you beat my people
C 
What mean you that you beat my people
And grind the faces of the poor