The rhythm in the song is mostly played on piano, but Micheal Franti occasionally strums a 
long with a skanky reggae type strumming pattern. Listen to song to get it down. 

  It never makes no sense. It never makes no sense  
Dm                Dm7              Dm                             Dm7 

Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire fire fire 
       Gm                 Gm7                     Gm        Gm7      

Armageddon is a deadly day, Armageddon is a deadly way 
Dm                                    Dm7        Dm                                    Dm7 

  They commin for you everyday, While Senators on holiday 
Gm                                          Gm7              Gm           Gm7 

The Army recruiters in the parking lot, Hustling kids there jugglin pot 
              Dm                                 Dm7                    Dm                            Dm7 

Listen young man, Listen to my plan , Gonna make you money, gonna make you a man 
                Gm                                Gm                                        Gm                                      Gm7  

Bom Bom, Here's what you get, An M-16 and a Kevlar vest 
You might come home with one less leg, But this thing will surely keep a bullet out of your chest 
So Come on Come on, Sign up, Come on 
This one's nothing like Vietnam 
Except for the bullets, Except for the bombs, 
Except for the youth that's gone 

Refrão -------------

 So we keep it on, til ya coming home, Higher and Higher 
                              Bb (Power)       C (Power) 

Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire fire fire, so we keep it on 
       Gm                Gm7                 Gm       Gm7                           Bb 

Til ya commin home, higher and higher 
                             C 

Fire, fire, fire, light up ya lighter, fire fire fire 
      Gm                Gm7                 Gm       Gm7 

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Tell me President tell if you will, 
How many people does a smart bomb kill 
How many of em do you think we got, 
The General says we never miss a shot 
And we never ever ever keep a body count, 
we killin so efficiently we can't keep count 
In the Afghan hills the rebels still fightin, 
Opium fields keep providin 
The best heroin that money can buy 
and nobody knows where Osama bin hidin 
The press conferences keep on lyin like we don't know 

Chorus 

Some say engine engine number nine, 
Machine guns on a New York transit line 
The war for oil is a war for the beast, 
the war on terror is a war on peace 
Tellin you they're gonna protect you, 
Tellin you that they support the troops 
Don't let them fool you with their milk and honey, 
No they only want your money 
One step forward and two steps back, 
Why do veterans get no respect 
PTSD and a broken back, 
Take a look at where your moneys gone seen 
Take a look at what they spend it on 
No excuses, No illusions 

Light up ya lighter...  Bring Em Home... 

Chorus Three Times 

Goes out on verse progression, while Franti does his thing.  

Power to the Peaceful!