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The Boomtown Rats is a rock group led by Bob Geldof (full name: Robert Fredrick Zenon Geldof, born October 5th 1951). Playing punk and New Wave influenced music, their initial incarnation lasted from 1976 to 1986), but the band recently reformed. All six primary members (Gary Roberts, Pete Briquette, Gerry Cott, Simon Crowe, and Johnnie Moylett alongside Geldof) were originally from Dun Laoghaire, Dublin, Ireland.
Originally, they used the moniker 'The Nightlife Thugs'.
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A seriously easy version of this tune, as most of the song is in the bass line,
but, if you lift your middle finger as you play the C chord, and put a bit
of reggae rhythm into the strumming, you'll do fine
Also, note when this song was written, and how it's about the church and police
in Ireland colluding to get away with atrocities, put's a new spin on an old
pop song.
Anyway, Might be of use to someone,
Don't Forget To Rate
flatwound
BANANA REPUBLIC
Dm C
Banana republic, Septic Isle
Dm C
Screamin' in the sufferin' sea, Sounds like, Cry, Cry, Cry
Dm C
Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see
Dm G
The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests
Dm C
And I wonder do you wonder, While you're sleeping with your whore
Dm C
Sharing beds with history, Is like a-licking running sores
Dm C
Forty shades of green yeah, Sixty shades o'red
Dm G
Heroes going cheap these days, Price a bullet in the head
Dm C
Banana republic, Septic Isle
Dm C
Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die
Dm C
Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see
Dm G
The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests
Dm C
Take your hand and lead ya, Up the garden path
Dm C
Let me stand aside here, And watch ya pass
Dm C
Strikin' up The Soldiers Song, I know that tune
Dm G
It begs too many questions, And answers too
Dm C
Banana republic, Septic Isle
Dm C
Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die
Dm C
Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see
Dm G
The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests
Dm C
The purple and the pinstripe, They mutely shake their heads
Dm C
A silence shriekin' volumes, Violence worse than they condemn
Dm C
Stab ya in the back, Yeah, Laughing in your face
Dm G
Glad to see the place again, It's a pity nothings changed
Dm C
Banana republic, Septic Isle
Dm C
Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die
Dm C
Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see
Dm G
The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests
but, if you lift your middle finger as you play the C chord, and put a bit
of reggae rhythm into the strumming, you'll do fine
Also, note when this song was written, and how it's about the church and police
in Ireland colluding to get away with atrocities, put's a new spin on an old
pop song.
Anyway, Might be of use to someone,
Don't Forget To Rate
flatwound
BANANA REPUBLIC
Dm C
Banana republic, Septic Isle
Dm C
Screamin' in the sufferin' sea, Sounds like, Cry, Cry, Cry
Dm C
Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see
Dm G
The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests
Dm C
And I wonder do you wonder, While you're sleeping with your whore
Dm C
Sharing beds with history, Is like a-licking running sores
Dm C
Forty shades of green yeah, Sixty shades o'red
Dm G
Heroes going cheap these days, Price a bullet in the head
Dm C
Banana republic, Septic Isle
Dm C
Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die
Dm C
Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see
Dm G
The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests
Dm C
Take your hand and lead ya, Up the garden path
Dm C
Let me stand aside here, And watch ya pass
Dm C
Strikin' up The Soldiers Song, I know that tune
Dm G
It begs too many questions, And answers too
Dm C
Banana republic, Septic Isle
Dm C
Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die
Dm C
Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see
Dm G
The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests
Dm C
The purple and the pinstripe, They mutely shake their heads
Dm C
A silence shriekin' volumes, Violence worse than they condemn
Dm C
Stab ya in the back, Yeah, Laughing in your face
Dm G
Glad to see the place again, It's a pity nothings changed
Dm C
Banana republic, Septic Isle
Dm C
Suffer in the screamin' sea, Sounds like, Die, Die, Die
Dm C
Everywhere I go, Yeah, Everywhere I see
Dm G
The black and blue uniforms, Police and priests
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