Die Toten Hosen – My Land (Guitar)

Key
-

Auto-scroll

Chords

[Intro] Am F G Am F Dm
e|---------3-------------------------------3-----------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------3-------|
G|----4/5-------------4/5--2----------4/5-----4/5--2--4/5----------|
D|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------|

e|---------3-------------------------------3-----------------------|
B|---------------------------------------------------------6-------|
G|----4/5-------------4/5--2----------4/5-----4/5--2--4/5----------|
D|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
A|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
E|-----------------------------------------------------------------|
[Verse]
             Am
This is the street where people live in fear

     F                 G
Of senseless crime and poverty

         Am
And the color of your skin decides

   F                  G
If you should pay the penalty (oh)
[Interlude] Am F Dm [Verse]
            Am
This is the city where only money talks

    F              G
Of power gain and influence

           Am
Where the poor stay poor, the rich stay rich

           F                Dm
And we're still told it's coincidence

          G               Am
It's the same old sad survival dance

            G                Am
That we're all born with an equal chance

              Dm               F                 G
But who could be so blind that they could never see
[Refrain]
             Am
That this is my land

   F                                         G
I can't pretend that it's nothing to do with me

             Am
And this is your land

           F                                             G
You can't close your eyes to the things you don't wanna see
[Intro] Am F G Am F Dm [Verse]
            Am
This is a country filled with greed and hate

     F                     G
And cops on the take are common place

     Am
The next generation are condemned to waste

    F                    G
By bent politicians and magistrates

           Am
This is a world at war for the liquid gold

             F                     G
But there's still no cure for the common cold

    Am
We raise our flags and battle cries

        F               Dm
In the name of God and national pride

        G                 Am
And the lie we use to convince ourselves

         G              Am
It's not our fault, it can't be helped

       Dm                F              G
Don't tell me we're so blind we cannot see
[Refrain]
             Am
That this is my land

   F                                         G
I can't pretend that it's nothing to do with me

             Am
And this is your land

           F                              G
You can't close your eyes to this hypocrisy

            Am
Yes this is my land

       F                                         G
And I won't pretend that it's nothing to do with me

               Am
'Cause this is our land

           F                                          G
We can't close our eyes to the things we don't wanna see
[Outro] Am F G