Christy Moore – Oblivious (Guitar)

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What will it take to make us angry?

Am           F                  C   G
Where is the spark to light our flame?

           Am        F           C     F
We've been sold out taken in yet blindly

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We'll do it all again, we'll fuel that grave train,

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oblivious, it's like were oblivious

      C                                     Em
We stick with the tribe and we Stand by our man

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Whipped into shame by this great master plan

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Stuck in a spiral still fighting an old civil war

C                      Em
Back in the day we had men of esteem

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Risked their lives for a national dream

   C              Em               F
A century away and what was it all for

                           C
Hear their voices down the decades

F                    C
Calling to me and to you

F                             Em
All that they dreamed for and died for

         F                            Dm
Has been squandered by scoundrels and fools

          F                    G
Is this really the best we can do.

        C            F               C    F
Tell me What will it take to make us angry ?

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Where is that line that can't be crossed

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We've been sold out taken in yet blindly

            Em         F          Em              F
We'll do it all again, we'll fuel that grave train,

Dm        G       C      G     C
Oblivious,,,,  Oblivious.

      F                                            C
So when they give all that you treasure away for a half nothing

     F                                            C
Or banish your children to toil on a rich foreign shore

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When they prey on the weakest and bow to the ones that have plenty,,

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They know that you'll follow blindly as you did before.

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Imagine a nation where people are free not slaves to some gombeenman economy

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Sold into bondage one ill fated September night,

      C                              Em
where smooth talking sleeveens don't spin and pretend

         Am               F                   C                   Em
Their promises not just a means to an end and justice isn't what's legal

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It's what is right

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But the king of Island ready echoes the cries of the clown

      F                    Em       F                       Dm
Heaps pain on the sick and needy to soften the Ice-maiden's frown

    F                    G
And we take it all lying down