To Be Treated Rite

Am C D Am Oh we are what we are when in danger C D Am And we are as we stand head in hand C D When a friend brings to light Dm FM7 On a cold silver knife Am Em7 Am You can stare your fate into his hands C D Am Oh we are what we are when we're made to C D Am Be the soul-owning guardians of lands C D And there's always advice Dm FM7 On a cold winter's night Am Em7 Am Like your dreams are just an island in the sand D Am C FM7 Am D Don't it seem so strange D Am C FM7 Am D How it just don't change D FM7 Things just stay the same FM7 G As they've always been FM7 G Some of us are out to win Am Em7 Am And some of us are out to aim C D Am Oh we are what we are when we're praying C D Am In our own way of seeking some light C D May the mission bells ring Dm FM7 Of the colorful dreams Am Em7 Am In the faith that everyone is treated right D Am C FM7 Am D Don't it seem so strange D Am C FM7 Am D How it just don't change D FM7 Things just stay the same FM7 G As they've always been FM7 G Some of us are out to win Am Em7 Am And some of us are out just to aim C D May the mission bells ring Dm FM7 Of the colorful dreams Am Em7 Am In the faith that everyone is treated right