This is a great song from Conor's new album "Outer South" From: Robert Sin Intro: Gm - G* G* e---3---- B---3---- G---3---- D---3---- A---3---- E---3---- Gm G* Hey there son of Adam Gm G* Hey there daughter of Eve Gm G* Help me sing this tear gas riot song Gm G* To some fresh faced police F They won't even know what hit 'em When they lift their Roman shades Gm Dm Gm When the people's song comes pouring in on a brand new day Gm G* Now, you who dam the river Gm G* You who change a mountain's name Gm G* First we marched to rally back Gm G* Now we're taking down Washington state F In death there's a consolation You know only hate and rage Em You paid a dowry for your child's rights Dm Gm Now she's living like a slave Gm G* A prayer came down the wire Gm G* And it was all in the enemy's code Gm G* You couldn't figure out what mercy meant Gm G* Until you did like you were told F When they finally sent the doctors Once the fireball went out Gm There was nothing left but the cockroaches Dm Gm In a movie with no sound Bb F Gm What good, what good are you? Bb F Gm With your cynical flag and your Roosevelt room Bb F Gm What good, what good are you? Bb F Gm With your Cherokee trail and your Arlington tomb Yeah, go ask Hunter Thompson Yeah, go ask Hemmingway's ghost It all catches up with you Once you get just a little too old Take a hard look in the mirror It's a thing that you did not see The shadow's long But the day is young It just wasn't meant to be There's no blankets for the winter There's no oil in the lamp And I'd like to write my congressman But I can't afford the stamp You want me to pay my taxes So you can propagate your lies While there's barefoot dudes down in New Orleans Looking like they're gonna die Yeah, you who quote the legends You who poisoned all of my dreams You pinned all of the medals on All those boys from Omaha Beach Hope you haven't got too lazy I know you like your apple pie But the working poor you've been pissing on Are doing double shifts tonight What good, what good are you? With your cynical flag and your Roosevelt room What good, what good are you? With your Cherokee trail and your Arlington tomb