Sleeping With Sirens – War (Ukulele)

Dm                  C    F                C
   This house of lies is stained in blood

Dm                  C     F        C
   Geen tearing down our monuments

Dm                 C    F              C
   And now our hope has turned to fear

Dm                  C           F        C
   And it all seems so unclear

Dm                C    F           C
   A brother kills his own tonight

Dm                  C    F                C
   When will we know our wrong from right?

Dm                     C      F
   To me it seems that we have lost our sight

   C           Dm           C   F
   When we're blinded by our rights

 Bb
(And this is so surreal)

               E                     G
There's a cold hard rain on the mountain top

      Dm                      Bb
Like a speeding train that'll never stop

       F                     C
Just a twist of a knife for a bastard son

       Dm                 Bb                 Dm
It's a mother's love in a war that can't be won

Dm    F               C      Dm    C
In a war that can't be wooooooooooooooon

F             C         Dm             C
  Poison water from the well to drink

Dm               C     F               C
  Shots rain down in our city streets

Dm                 C   Dm            C
  And are we the land of the free?

F            C     Dm           C
  Was it made for you and me?

Bb
(And this is so surreal)

               E                     G
There's a cold hard rain on the mountain top

      Dm                      Bb
Like a speeding train that'll never stop

       F                     C
Just a twist of a knife for a bastard son

       Dm                 Bb                 Dm
It's a mother's love in a war that can't be won

Dm    F               C      Dm    C
In a war that can't be wooooooooooooooon

F
Take the weight off your shoulders

    C
Our crosses to bear

          Dm
There's a black sun rising

        Bb
You can feel it in the air

        F                     C
When we make our way to those pearly gates

        Dm
Will we walk right in?

F
This is judgement day

               E                     G
There's a cold hard rain on the mountain top

      Dm                      Bb
Like a speeding train that'll never stop

       F                     C
Just a twist of a knife for a bastard son

       Dm                 Bb                 Dm
It's a mother's love in a war that can't be won

Dm    F               C      Dm    C
In a war that can't be wooooooooooooooon

Dm         Bb
It cant be won