| Am | F | C | G | C | /F/C |
| Am | F | C | |
| The king's taken | back the | throne. |
| Am | F | C | |
| The useless | seed is | sown. |
| Am | F | Em | |
| When they say they're | cutting off the | phone, |
| G | C | /F/C | |
| I tell 'em you're not | home |
| Am | F | C | |
| No | place to | hide, |
| Am | F | C | |
| You're fightin' as a | soldier on their | side |
| Am | F | Em | |
| You're still a s | oldier in your m | ind |
| G | C | /F/C | |
| Though nothing's on the | line |
| Am | F | C | |
| You say it's | money that we | need, |
| Am | F | C | |
| As if we're the | only mouths to | feed. |
| Am | F | Em | |
| And no no | matter what you | say, |
| G | C | /F/C | |
| There's some debts you'll | never pay | . |
| Am | E | F | C | |
| Working for the | church while your | family | dies |
| Am | E | |
| You take what they | give you |
| F | C | |
| And you keep it | inside. |
| Am | E | F | C | |
| Every | spark of | friendship and | love |
| G | |
| will die without a | home |
| C | F | Em | G | C | |
| Hear the | soldier | groan, "We'll g | o at it a | lone". |
| Am | F | C | |
| I can | taste the | fear. |
| Am | F | C | |
| Lift me up and | take me out of | here. |
| Am | F | Em | |
| Don't wanna fi | ght, don't wanna | die |
| G | C | /F/C | |
| Just wanna hear you | cry. |
| Am | F | C | |
| Who's gonna throw the | very first | stone? |
| Am | F | C | |
| Oh! who's gonna | reset the | bone? |
| Am | F | Em | |
| Walking with your | head in a | sling |
| G | C | /F/C | |
| Wanna hear the soldier | sing: |
| Am | E | F | C | |
| "Been working for the | church while my | family | dies. |
| Am | E | F | C | |
| Your little baby | sister's gonna | lose her | mind. |
| Am | E | F | C | |
| Every | spark of | friendship and | love |
| G | |
| will die without a | home." |
| C | F | Em | G | C | |
| Hear the | soldier | groan, "We'll g | o at it | alone." |
| Em | C | G | |
| I can | taste your | fear. |
| Em | C | G | |
| It's gonna lift you up and | take you out of | here. |
| Em | C | G | |
| And the | bone shall never | heal; |
| D | G | |
| I care not if you | kneel. |
| Em | C | G | |
| We can't | find you | now, |
| Em | C | G | |
| But they're gonna get their money | back some | how. |
| Em | C | G | |
| And when you | finally disap | pear, |
| D | G | |
| We'll just | say you were never | here. |
| Em | B | |
| Working for the | church while |
| C | G | |
| your | life falls a | part. |
| Em | B | C | G | |
| Singin' halle | lujah with the | fear in your h | eart. |
| Em | B | C | G | |
| Every | spark of | friendship and | love |
| D | |
| will die without a | home." |
| G | C | Bm | D | G | |
| Hear the | soldier | groan, "We'll g | o at it a | lone." |
| G | C | Bm | D | G | |
| Hear the | soldier | groan, "We'll g | o at it a | lone." |
| G | C | Bm | D | G |