The Real Price of Oil chords by The Inklings
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Verse 1
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came home with curtains in his head
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He's the lucky one,
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the rest are dead
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He can never rest his head,
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his dreams are bodies of children
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His friends came back in plastic bags,
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he's the lucky one, he's dressed in rags
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He cannot sleep, his body sags,
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his dreams are bodies of
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children
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And he went there for a barrel of fun
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But barrels are worth more than any one
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The barrel that he got was
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a barrel of a gun
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His odds are bunnies of children
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He came home to a house in a crowd
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He shakes and he sweats
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when it gets too loud
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He only wanted to make his daddy proud
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His friendly fire killed children
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Don't ever tell them the
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lies anymore
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Because one lie can
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become a whole lot
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Don't ever tell them the lies anymore
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He's one eye and a
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gun on the wall
Saturday night, under his bed
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He sweats and he cries
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with a gun to his head
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He never knows, alive or dead
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Will he ever see Sunday?
Another casualty in a black -owned war
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And those that just heard from the door
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Are the men of the power
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whose experience of war
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Is made the prince and still come
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Don't tell me seldom
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That I'm safe anymore
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Because what I have
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become of war
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Don't ever tell her lies anymore
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Because one lie can become a wall
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Don't dare to tell them lies anymore
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Because one lie can become a war
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Don't ever tell them lies anymore
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Because one lie can become a war
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Ah, the real price of oil
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Ah, the real price of oil
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Ah, the real price of oil
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We are Bison Boy
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We are Bison Boy
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We are Bison Boy
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We are
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We'll pay the price tomorrow
The Real Price of Oil
The Inklings
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