Towers Of Faith

G F#m ooooh , the lonely boys in their towers of faith ooooh , the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith G the prophet reclined C on the golan heights Am D/F# ohhh , the lonely boys G he said , this land is my land C to the shiites Am D ooooh , the lonely boys G C and jehova looked up from the sea of galilee beneath Am D he said , i see you , you thief D G this land is my land C and this sand is my sand G and this band is my band D C oh the lonely boys G lookin’ over their shoulder Em checkin out every boulder in the park Am where the gates are closed from hate D after dark G C and the pope rolled up in his armored van Am D he fell on his knees and kissed the land G C he said something that i did not understand it was in polish Am then up stepped an aide D he said , i will translate here is what his holiness said : G Em ’i Am the chief jesuit . ’ Am ’this land is jesus’ land . ’ D ’and that is all’ ’all that there is to it . ’ G C G C G Em Am D | - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - | | - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - | | - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - | | - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - | | - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - | - - - - - - - | | - 3 - 5 - 7 - 8 - 10 - | - 0 - 2 - 3 - 5/7 - | - 5 - - 5 - 7 - 8 - 10 - 12/15 - - | - 14 - - - - | G and in new york city C the business man in his mohair suit in the world trade center Am D puffs on his cheroot and he said , G C well i don’t care who owns the desert sands Am my brief D is with the hydrocarbons underneath G and the sea of battle rages C around the ancient tombs and mother nature licks her wounds Am and the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith D who are nervous in the park G when the gates are closed after dark G F#m ooooh , the lonely boys in their towers of faith ooooh , the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith