Protocol
(Am) Who are these ones who would lead us now
To the (Am/G) sound of a thousand guns
(F) Who'd storm the gates of hell itself
To the (E7sus4) tune of a single (E7) drum
(Am) Where are the girls of the neighborhood bars
(Am/G) Whose loves were lost at sea
In the (F) hills of France and on German soil
From Sai(E7sus4)gon to Wounded (E7) Knee
(Dm) Who come from long lines of (G) soldiers
(Cmaj7) Whose duty was ful(Fmaj7)filled
In the (Dm) words of a warriors (G) will and (Am) protocol
(Am/G) (F) (E7sus4) (E7)
Where
are
the boys in their coats of blue
Who flew
when their eyes were blind
Was God
in town for the Roman games
Was he
there when the deals were signed
Who are
the kings in their coats of mail
Who rode
by the cross to die
Did they
all go down into worthiness
Is it wrong
for a king to cry
And who
are these ones who would have us now
Whose presence
in concealed
Whose nature
is revealed in a time bomb
Last
of
all you old seadogs
Who travel
after whale
You'd storm
the gates of hell itself
For the
taste of a mermaid's tail
Who come
from long lines of skippers
Whose duty
was fulfilled
In the
words of a warrior's will and protocol
