Sister Sinead

G C G I’m singing this song for my sister Sinead D Concerning the god awful mess that she made G C G When she told them her truth just as hard as she could D G Her message profoundly was misunderstood G C G There’s humans entrusted with guarding our gold D And humans in charge of the saving of souls G C G And humans responded all over the world D G Condemning that bald headed brave little girl C G And maybe she’s crazy and maybe she ain’t C G But so was Picasso and so were the saints C G And she’s never been partial to shackles or chains D G She’s too old for breaking and too young to tame A D A It’s askin’ for trouble to stick out your neck E In terms of a target a big silhouette A D A But some candles flicker and some candles fade E A And some burn as true as my sister Sinead D A And maybe she’s crazy and maybe she ain’t D A But so was Picasso and so were the saints D A And she’s never been partial to shackles or chains E A She’s too old for breaking and too young to tame