Say A Prayer

Am C G Am Am C G7 G Am C Your writing's gotten shakier the worst of it's to come G Am I fear your letters reek of trenches and dry tears Am C Strange how the monsters in the shadows all grew up with us G Am And still we don’t know how to hold them dear F C Now its been six months since they picked your lucky name G Am And its been no less since they shipped you all away F G And rumors come, and rumors change, and they all fly away someday C Am So say a prayer for the ones that got away F G May their souls never turn to the devil and his games C Am G And here’s to those had we met some sunny day we would’ve loved C Some songs cannot be sung Am G hmmmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm Am C Gone the sun and the treaties turned to guns G Am All the papers printing blood still there’s nothing to be won Am While the pacifists and capitalists perfect us in cold cowardice G Am March on to their own battalion drums F C All the kids are playing with their glory guns G Am And they march for some dumb freedom to be won F G Cause enemies come and enemies change and we all wish we knew these days C Am So say a prayer for the ones that got away F G Mays their souls never turn to the devil and his games C Am G And here’s to those had we met some sunny day we would’ve loved C Some songs cannot be sung Am G hmmmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm C Am G hmmmm hmm hmm hmm hmm hmm Am C Now your parents debate about your final resting place G Am The letters haven't come since early May Am G And my name may follow you, it'll fill your bloody army boots G Am The reapers got another countersuit F C Oh when they come, oh when they come for me G C I'll be right here waiting patiently F G Cause people come and people change and we all fly away someday C Am So say a prayer for the ones that got away F G May their souls never turn to the devil and his games C Am G And here’s to those had we met some sunny day we would’ve loved And we coulda C And we shoulda And we woulda Am F G C C G C ohhhhh ohhhhhhhh Last C is a single downstroke