{"source":"Free Chord Book","source_url":"https://www.free-chords.com","license_note":"Free for personal use. Lyrics and compositions © their respective songwriters and publishers.","tab_id":1727021,"song":"Not In My Name","artist":"Joelistics","content_type":"chord","tab_type":"Chords","url":"https://www.free-chords.com/song/11367752-not-in-my-name-chords-by-joelistics/","api_url":"https://www.free-chords.com/api/v1/songs/1727021?type=chord","rating":0,"votes":0,"content":"[Intro]\r\n[ch]B#m[/ch] - [ch]G[/ch] - [ch]E[/ch] - [ch]F#[/ch]\r\n\r\n[Verse 1]\r\n[tab]       [ch]B#m[/ch]\r\nLately I've been losing all my faith in humanity[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\r\nAnd to think I am a part of it's embarrassing[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]E[/ch]\r\nI read the paper and I keep up with the news[/tab]\r\n[tab]        [ch]F#[/ch]\r\nI can't recognise what we do is even human[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]B#m[/ch]\r\nIt's out of wack, out of balance, out of control[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThe lies told and the attitude that unfold[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]E[/ch]\r\nThis fucking country has a rotten bitter hard soul[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F#[/ch]\r\nThese are laws of the land that the Crown stole[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]B#m[/ch]\r\nI hear them talk, talk, talking on the radio[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThey spit fever pitch panic on what they oppose[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]E[/ch]\r\nI read the columns, the letters and opinion pieces[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]F#[/ch]\r\nAt every pub everybody's got prepared speeches[/tab]\r\n[tab]   [ch]B#m[/ch]\r\nMisunderstanding all the pain in the politics[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G[/ch]\r\nThey only want a scapegoat and kept promises[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]E[/ch]\r\nAnd all the anger and the fear and resentment grows[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]F#[/ch]\r\nThe brutality of lucky country village folk[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]B#m[/ch]\r\nIt's not enough to turn back a bunch of leaky boats[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G[/ch]\r\nIt's not enough to kill their dreams then we kill their hope[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]E[/ch]\r\nIt's not enough to deprive them of their human rights[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]F#[/ch]\r\nIt's not enough, until somebody loses their life[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]B#m[/ch]\r\nDark shadows gather history will judge us hard[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]G[/ch]\r\nOne day you'll ask yourself \"did I do enough?\"[/tab]\r\n[tab]    [ch]E[/ch]\r\nAnd how much cruelty did we allow to be dealt[/tab]\r\n[tab][ch]F#[/ch]\r\nTo a group of desperate people asking for some help[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n[tab][ch]A[/ch]\r\nHow does it sit with you?[/tab]\r\n\r\nHow do you sleep at night?\r\n[tab][ch]G[/ch]\r\nDoes it worry you at all occupy your mind?[/tab]\r\n[tab]  [ch]A[/ch]\r\nI hang my head, heavy heart, I am so ashamed[/tab]\r\n[tab]     [ch]G[/ch]                                  [ch]E[/ch] [ch]F#[/ch]\r\nIt's in my backyard, but not in my name[/tab]\r\n\r\n[Verse 2]\r\nThe journalists gather, the cameras click clack\r\nAnd at the podium the speaker's putting on his act\r\nHe talks in double speak, Orwellian reports\r\nEmpty words but his body language says it all\r\nHis hands are outstretched, now his arms are crossed\r\nHis white face sweats bullets and he nods a lot\r\nOfficial press release, massive face omissions\r\nThe purpose so clear - dehumanise the victims\r\nAppoint an expert, launch enquiries\r\nPass the buck, obfuscation by any means\r\nHe answers all the questions with the party line\r\nRepeats the focus group emotion heavy catch cries\r\nHe knows his audience, and how to handle them\r\nTalk tough, keep it simple, act the larrikin\r\nMake them think that your one of them just like a mate\r\nRepeat the sentiment - \"ain't this fucking country great\"\r\nNow he's hit his stride, he's got them hypnotised\r\nConvince them of a threat to their very way of life\r\nAnd now the lights fade and he walks away\r\nHe played it perfectly to keep the power one more day\r\n\r\n[Chorus]\r\n\r\n[Verse 3]\r\nThe sun beats down hot upon a prison camp\r\nA family huddles in a tent with no ceiling fan\r\nThe days roll in to each other in the worst way\r\nA young boy celebrates his 9th birthday\r\nAt night he hears people weeping it's a common sound\r\nHe's used to to seeing things he saw his sister drown\r\nHe wonders if it's real, he wonders who to trust\r\nHis mum and dad are like ghosts they don't talk too much\r\nHe kicks a soccer ball in an empty field\r\nOne of the guards kicks it back and compliments his skill\r\nThe boy tells the guard \"I turned nine today\"\r\nThe guard smiles, stops, then he looks away\r\nHe says \"Little man one day I hope you understand\r\nWhen you're older and your dignity is still intact\r\nAnd you look back at this vicious treatment\r\nNot all were complicit, not all were indecent\"\r\n\r\n[Chorus]","plain_text":"[Intro]\nB#m - G - E - F#\n\n[Verse 1]\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n[Chorus]\n\n\nHow do you sleep at night?\n\n\n\n\n[Verse 2]\nThe journalists gather, the cameras click clack\nAnd at the podium the speaker's putting on his act\nHe talks in double speak, Orwellian reports\nEmpty words but his body language says it all\nHis hands are outstretched, now his arms are crossed\nHis white face sweats bullets and he nods a lot\nOfficial press release, massive face omissions\nThe purpose so clear - dehumanise the victims\nAppoint an expert, launch enquiries\nPass the buck, obfuscation by any means\nHe answers all the questions with the party line\nRepeats the focus group emotion heavy catch cries\nHe knows his audience, and how to handle them\nTalk tough, keep it simple, act the larrikin\nMake them think that your one of them just like a mate\nRepeat the sentiment - \"ain't this fucking country great\"\nNow he's hit his stride, he's got them hypnotised\nConvince them of a threat to their very way of life\nAnd now the lights fade and he walks away\nHe played it perfectly to keep the power one more day\n\n[Chorus]\n\n[Verse 3]\nThe sun beats down hot upon a prison camp\nA family huddles in a tent with no ceiling fan\nThe days roll in to each other in the worst way\nA young boy celebrates his 9th birthday\nAt night he hears people weeping it's a common sound\nHe's used to to seeing things he saw his sister drown\nHe wonders if it's real, he wonders who to trust\nHis mum and dad are like ghosts they don't talk too much\nHe kicks a soccer ball in an empty field\nOne of the guards kicks it back and compliments his skill\nThe boy tells the guard \"I turned nine today\"\nThe guard smiles, stops, then he looks away\nHe says \"Little man one day I hope you understand\nWhen you're older and your dignity is still intact\nAnd you look back at this vicious treatment\nNot all were complicit, not all were indecent\"\n\n[Chorus]","chords":["B#m","G","E","F#","A"],"chord_diagrams":{"A":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,0,1,2,3,0],"frets":[-1,0,2,2,2,0]},"E":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[0,2,3,1,0,0],"frets":[0,2,2,1,0,0]},"G":{"barres":[],"baseFret":1,"fingers":[2,1,0,0,0,3],"frets":[3,2,0,0,0,3]}}}