Suicide Bomber

F
Di di di di dit dit dee dit doo

          F
They used dogs on me
            C
They used blindfolds
        Gm          G7     F
They embarrassed me in the nude
            F                 C
They gave shocks to me with electrodes
         Gm      G7    F
They deprived me of my food
        Bb                   F
They paraded me round the prison
  Bb                 A
Chained up to other men
         Bb
And with every task,
      F            D7
One question they asked
G7                 C
Over and over and over again, they said...

G               Abdim7  Am
"Aren't you the suicide bomber
    D7                   G
Who blew up the bus last year?"
        C
I say, "No," they say, "Yes,"
               G                E7
I say, "You're not thinking it through,"
          A                           D7
But they went off and thought up some new things to doooooo

F                           C
So they soaked me with cold water
         Gm            G7  F
And they left me there overnight
F                             C
They put outlandish costumes upon me
         Gm           G7   F
And took photographs of my plight
     Bb                     F
They accused me of brutal behaviour
            Bb               A
Whilst they kicked me in the balls
         Bb
And with every task,
    F             D7
One question they asked
G7                 C
Echoing off of the cold prison walls, they said...

G               Abdim7  Am
"Aren't you the suicide bomber
    D7                   G
Who blew up the bus last year?"
        C
I said, "No," they punched me,
         G            E7
I said, "Think logically,"
         A
And they said, "You think logically!"
             D7
And I said, "What?"

G D Am A7 G
G D Am A7 G

 C            G
Psychological torture
    C                           B
Has cleared things right up for me
        C
There's one thing I know,
       G         E7
When they let me go,
  A7                                   D
I will be the man that they want me to be

     C           Bbdim7  Bm
Yes, I'll be the suicide bomber
      E7               A
I'll blow up a bus one day
    D
And so will my son
         A
And his son after that
     D
And then some poor new guy
     A
Will sit where I sat
     D                       A          F#
And he will be forced to wear poo for a hat
    B          E          A
]And so on and so fucking forth,
A
Amen

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