Banana Republic

Dm C Banana republic, Septic Isle Dm C Screamin' in the sufferin' sea, Sounds like, Cry, Cry, Cry Dm C Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see Dm G The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests Dm C And I wonder do you wonder, While you're sleeping with your whore Dm C Sharing beds with history, Is like a-licking running sores Dm C Forty shades of green yeah, Sixty shades o'red Dm G Heroes going cheap these days, Price a bullet in the head Dm C Banana republic, Septic Isle Dm C Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die Dm C Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see Dm G The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests Dm C Take your hand and lead ya, Up the garden path Dm C Let me stand aside here, And watch ya pass Dm C Strikin' up The Soldiers Song, I know that tune Dm G It begs too many questions, And answers too Dm C Banana republic, Septic Isle Dm C Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die Dm C Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see Dm G The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests Dm C The purple and the pinstripe, They mutely shake their heads Dm C A silence shriekin' volumes, Violence worse than they condemn Dm C Stab ya in the back, Yeah, Laughing in your face Dm G Glad to see the place again, It's a pity nothings changed Dm C Banana republic, Septic Isle Dm C Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die Dm C Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see Dm G The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests