Simulated Combat chords by Ed Rowe
Verse 1
F#m
G#m
D#m
Failure to prepare
Fm
is preparing to fail
F
Am
Better get yourself together
before you come into this battlefield
D
Bombing them like it's Mali,
Em
no not the heroin hobby
Am
Em
I'm talking about that country
opposite coast of Somalia
Walk like Zamaki,
caning short like Amari's knees
That you'll be able to fly like a Pani B
Am
Em
Cats as wild as Calipari's team,
huffing calamari steam
Copping more arms
than Kandahar regimes
Am
Em
Can delabra gleams
to catalogue scenes
of how they eat
by moving sacks
like Hannibal's cuisine
Takes a can of balls to see
that service
preserving the burden
Only fighting against your own self
like Tyler Durden
Go get that dirt inside your ear canal
removed to certain soul sisters like
You ain't heard but Lyle's groove
D
Em
till every child's groomed
into the likeness of a king and queen
Bm
Em
Carry shovels and struggle
till you've dug a hole for
the biggest dreams
To grow, flourish, encourage,
encourage to nourish your hunger and comfort you
D
Am
When left in a bunker to make it out alive
Em
Yeah, make it out alive
Am
Em
But go ahead and pass the margin
If it helps the sovereign to thrive
Am
Em
Don't go squandering the lives
of all your squadron
Men don't live in squalor
Am
When you could squat the
wisdom of Solomon
Em
Solemn when bloody battlefields
Yield cattle squeals
that rattle shields
Vibrations of beef and when the gats reveal
I mean vibrations of the beast,
the sirens active still
Playing more roles
than the whole entire
actor's guild
Shapeshifting,
Bm
get a beat on them, they stay skipping
Em
Gettin' high to fly the coupe
like a big chicken
Whippin' a two -door
through the roof floor
It's called imagination,
where's your sense of humor, y 'all?
Guess it's no joke, it matter,
battlin' through war
Cloak and dagger,
dismantle hammer and bruise o 'er
Disseminate the bomb,
blast like Gnome Ash
No contrast between the real
D
Am
and simulated combat
Em
Whether rich or poor,
some say life's a game,
Am
Em
Am
Em
to more life is war
Am
Em
Bleed more in peace, sweat less in war
For some it's just a game,
to others it's a deadly sport
Bleed more in peace, sweat less in war
Find comfort in pain
or be at death's doors
Pure simulated combat
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