Buffy Sainte Marie - "The Priests of the Golden Bull" Chords

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_ Who brought the bomb wrapped up in business cards and stained with steak? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] Who hires a maid to wash his money?
[Eb] Who keeps politicians on the take?
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_ Who puts outspoken third-worlders in jail just to shut them down? _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] Oh the lies vary from place to [F] place but the truth is still the same, even in this town. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] Money junkies all over the world [C] trample us on their way to the bank.
[Bb] _ They run in every race. _ _
_ [F] Indigo. _ _ _ _ _
_ Third-worlders see it first.
The dynamite, the dozers, the cancer and the acid rains. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] The corporate caterpillars come into our [F] backyards and turn the world to pocket change. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ Reservations are the nuclear front line. _
Uranium poisoning kills. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] We're starving in a handful of [Eb] gluttons.
We're drowning in their [F] gravy spills. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] Their tongues are silver forks.
[C] There's a lack of wisdom.
You can hear it [Bb] on their breath. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [F] Indigo. _ _ _ _ _
_ It's delicate confronting these priests to the golden ball. _
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_ [Dm] They preach from the pulpit of the bottom [Eb] line.
Their minds [F] rustle with million-dollar bills. _ _ _ _ _
You say silver burns a hole in your pocket.
_ Gold burns a hole in the soul. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] Or uranium burns a hole in forever.
[Eb] _ It just gets out of control.
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_ [Dm] There was a crooked man who walked a [C] crooked mile.
He raised a crooked sixpence to hide [Bb] a crooked style.
He won a crooked vote and he smiled a crooked smile.
_ [F] Indigo. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Dm] Their tongues are silver forks.
[C] There's a lack of wisdom.
You can hear it [Bb] on their breath. _ _ _ _ _ _
[F] Indigo. _ _ _ _ _ _
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