Blood On The Sand

	  		
Intro 
Cm  Ab  Fm  Bb  (4x) 

verse 1 
Cm Ab       Fm        Bb      Cm        Ab    Fm  Bb 
We wave our flags, we swallow fear like medicine 
Cm Ab       Fm       Bb             Cm    Ab       Fm  Bb    
We kiss the hands of profiteers and their congressmen 
Cm       Ab       Eb 
But I've seen too much (of this fear and hate) 
Cm   Ab  Eb 
I've had enough (and I'm not afraid) 
Cm Ab      Eb                        Cm   Ab     Eb 
To raise a shout, to make it clear — this has to end 

 
        Cm           Eb            Ab           Fm 
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street 
              Cm        Eb             Ab            Fm 
And there's a gun in my hand, or there might as well be 
        Cm  Eb  Ab Fm       Cm  Eb  Ab Fm 
And I'm sick of it — I'm so sick of this 


verse 2 
Cm Ab    Fm     Bb       Cm        Ab      Fm  Bb 
We panic at the sight of different colored skin 
Cm  Ab          Fm    Bb     Cm      Ab         Fm  Bb 
And we've got a plan to justify each mess we're in 
Cm       Ab       Eb 
But I've seen too much (of this fear and hate) 
Cm   Ab  Eb 
I've had enough (and I'm not afraid) 
Cm Ab     Eb                        Cm   Ab     Eb 
To take a stand, to make it right — this has to end 

 
        Cm           Eb            Ab           Fm 
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street 
              Cm        Eb             Ab            Fm 
And there's a gun in my hand, or there might as well be 
        Cm  Eb  Ab Fm       Cm  Eb  Ab Fm 
And I'm sick of it — I'm so sick of this 


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Ab                  Fm                  Cm              Bb 
Fear will kill your mind and steal your love as sure as anything 
Ab                Fm                 Cm              Bb 
Fear will rob you blind and make you numb to other's suffering 
         Ab        Fm             Cm                 Bb 
And I've felt it's touch too many times and I've had enough 
     Ab   Fm 
I've had enough 


        Cm           Eb            Ab           Fm 
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street 
              Cm        Eb             Ab            Fm 
And there's a gun in my hand, or there might as well be 
        Cm  Eb  Ab Fm       Cm  Eb  Ab Fm 
And I'm sick of it — I'm so sick of this 
 
        Cm           Eb            Ab           Fm 
There's blood on the sand, there's blood in the street 
              Cm          Eb             Ab            Fm 
And there's a gun in your hand, or there might as well be 
        Cm  Eb  Ab Fm        Cm  Eb  Ab Fm 
Are you sick of it? — I'm so sick of this 
         Cm  Eb  Ab Fm       Cm    Eb     Ab    Fm 
Yes, I'm sick. I'm sick of this. I'm so sick of this.