White Russian chords and lyrics - FISH

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[Intro 1]
[Am][G#][Em][C][Em][A][Am][C][Em][C][A][C][Em]
[C][A][C]

[Verse 1]
[Em]Where
do [C]we [A]go [C]fro[Em]m he[C]re?[Em][A][Em][C][Em][C][A]
[Em]
[C]They`re [Em]boar[A]ding[Am] up [A]the[Em] syna[A]go[Em]gues,[C]
[A]Uzis on a street [Em]corner.[C]
[Em]You can`t take a photo[C]graph
of [A]Uzis on a street [C]corner.
[Em]The DJ resigned today; they would
[A]n`t let him [C]have his say.
[Em]A surface scratched where the needles pl[C]ay,
[Em]Uzis[A] on a street corner.[Am][Bm][G]

[Verse 2]
[Bm]Where do we [G]go[Bm][G][Bm][G][Bm]
[G]fro[Bm]m her[G]e?[Bm][G][Bm][G]
[Em]Terror on the Rue [C]de St. Denis,
[Em]murd[A]er on the peri[C]phery.
[Em]Someone else in some[C]one else`s pocket,
[Em]Christ [A]knows I [C]don`t know how to [Em]stop it.
Lay poppies at the Cenotaph,
[C]the cyn[Em] ics can`[A]t afford to [C]laugh.
I [Em]heard in on [C]the telegraph [Em]there`s
[A]Uzis on a street corner[Am].[Bm][G]

[Verse 3]
[Bm]Where do we [G]go [Bm]from [G]here?[Bm][G]
[Bm][G][Bm][G][Bm][G][Bm][G]
[Dm]The more I see, the more I hear,
the more I find the fewer answers.
I close my mind, [G]I shut it o[Dm]ut,
but you know its getting [Em]harder[Dm].
To calm me down, to reason out,
to come to terms with what it`s all about.
I`m uptight, can`t sleep at night,
I can`t pretend [G]everything`s alright.
[Dm]My ideals, my sanity,
they seem to be deserting me.
But to stand up and fight, I know we have six [Em]million [A]rea[Bm]sons.[G]
[Bm][G]

[Interlude 1]
[Bm][G][Bm][G][Bm][G][Bm][G]
[Bm][G][Bm][G]

[Verse 4]
[Em]They`re burning down the synagogues,
Uzis on a [A]street [Em]corner.[C]
[Em]The heralds of the holocaust,
Uzis on a street [C]corner.
[Em]The silence never louder than now,
how quickly we [A]for[Em]got our vows.
This resurrection we can`t allow,
the Uzis on a street corner.
[C][Bm][G]

[Verse 5]
[Bm]Where do we [G]go from [Bm]here,
[G]whe[Bm]re do[G] w[Bm]e go from he[G]re?[Bm][G][Bm][G][Bm]
[G][Am][D][Am][D]
We [Am]buy fresh bagels from
the corner [D]store,
[Am]Where swastikas are spat from aerosols.
[D]I s[Am]it in the bar sipping
iced [D]white russians,
[Am]Trying to score but [D]nobody`s pushing,
And [Am]everyone looks at [Bm]every
[Em]one`s faces,
[A]Search[Am]ing for signs
and praying for [Em]traces
[Bm]Of a c[F]onscience in r[G]esidence.
Are we sit[F]ting on a barbed wire [G]fence,
racing the [Am]clouds [G]home?[Asus4][Am]
[G]Racing the [F]clouds [G]home.
[F]

[Verse 6]
[G]
[Em]We p[A]lace o[Am]ur faith in hu
[Asus4]man rights;
In the [Am]pa per wars that
[G]tie the [Am]redtape tight.
[G]I k[F]now that I would r[G]ather be
[F]out of this conspiracy.
[G]In the

[Verse 7]
[Am]gulags and intern
[G]ment [Am]camps;
Frozen faces in nameless ranks.
[F]I know that they would r[G]ather be
[F]Standing here be[G]side me,
chasing the [Am]clouds [G]hom[Am]e.
[Em]You can

[Verse 8]
[F]shut your
eyes, you can [G]hide away.
[F]It`s gonna come back [G]another day.
[Am]Racing the

[Verse 9]
clouds home,
are [Am]we racing the clouds [Am]home?[F][G][F]
[G]Racing the [Am]clouds home.

[Outro 1]
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