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
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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