All For The Roses

[(intro) ]G A G A D A D A He's twenty-five, he's sick and tired, it's time to try the other side, D A G A A7 the B&I to paradise, to sergeants and their men. D A D A He's never been to Dun Na Ri, combed the beaches after three, D A G A A7 chips and beer and greenery, brothers one and all. D A D A He signed and took the soldiers crest, a decent man in battle dress, D A G A A7 when bugles blow you do your best, for sergeants and their men. Em A D Em A D G A All for the roses, over the sea. D A D A He's way ahead, he's second to none, with his fabrique nationali gun, D A G A A7 marching bands with Saxon blood, sergeants and their men. D A D A They landed with the sinking sun, an invasion by the media run, D A they covered up and they kissed with tongues, G A A7 sergeants and their men. D A But the phantom gunner danced the end, D A and battered human bodies bled, D A G A A7 they butchered us, we butchered them, sergeants and their men. Em A D Em A D All for the roses, over the sea. G A Em A D All for the roses, Finglas boys to be. ( D A D A D A G A ) (2x) D A Now a flower of sleep grows on his grave, D A forgotten soon the cowards and the brave, D A G A A7 but the coldest hate still lives today, for sergeants and their men. Em A D Em A D All for the roses, over the sea. G A Em A D All for the roses, Finglas boys to be.