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The War Racket chords by Buffy Sainte-Marie

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Intro 1
(A minor)
Verse 1
Ooh you're (A minor) slick
You investors in hate
You Saddams and you Bushes (A major)
(A minor) You Bin Ladens and snakes
You billionaire bullies
You're a globalized curse
You put war on the masses while you
clean out the purse
Verse 2
And that's how it's (A minor) done
war after war
You old feudal parasites
just sacrifice the poor
You've got the cutting edge weapons
But your scam's still the same as
it's been since the Romans
It's the patriot game
Verse 3
It's the war racket
(A minor)
You twisters of language
You creeps of disguise
Your disinformation
Like worms in your eyes
You privileged bankers
You gambler thieves
You profit on war
There's less money in peace
Verse 4
That's how (A minor) it's done time after time
Country after country,
crime after crime
You pretend it's religion
and there's no one to blame
For the dead and impoverished
in your little patriot game
Verse 5
Honey, that's the war racket
(A minor)
Got the (D major) world's greatest (A minor) power
and you team up with thugs
Make a fortune on weapons,
destruction and drugs
But your flags and boots and uniforms
start to all look the same
When both sides are killing
in the patriot game
It's the war racket
Verse 6
And that's how it's (A minor) done,
and you've got our (A major) sons
(A minor) In the cross- hairs (A major) of horror
at the (A minor) end of a gun (A major)
(A minor) And your national anthems
start to all smell the same
When all sides are dying
in the patriot game
It's the war racket
Verse 7
And war is never, (A minor) ever holy
It's just a greedy men's dream
And you two- faced crusaders
Both sides are obscene (A major)
(A minor) War's not made by God
War's made by men
Who misdirect our attention while you
thieves do your thing
Verse 8
And that's how it's (A minor) done
About every thirty years
The rich fill their coffers
The poor fill (A major) with tears (A minor)
The young fill the coffins
The old hang a (A minor) wreath
The politicians get (A minor) photographed (A major)
with their (A minor) names underneath
Verse 9
It's the war (A minor) (A minor) (A minor) racket (A minor)
It's the patriot game
It's the war racket
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