Woad Warrior Words by Zander Nyrond © 1993 TTTO Blue Flame by Valerie R. HousdenG Em C D Now our gods' tempers are notoriously short G D G And they fight with each other all day long. G Em C D But once in a while they gang up on some foe G D G Who they fancy has done them some wrong. G Em A D Now our gods could destroy them in five seconds flat C Em A D But that, after all, would not be fair. G Em C D So it's our sacred duty to smite them instead G D7 G And again the smell of woad fills the air. G7 And there'll be. . . C Am G Blue paint running down my shoulders, C Am G G7 Blue paint dripping off my elbows and my knees C Am G Em Blue paint coming off on every thing that I touch. Am C Am D7 G When this war is done can we have a little peace? G Em C D When our gods command us to take to the field G D G There are certain things that we have to do. G Em C D We must strip to the buff, winter, summer, rain or shine, G D G And then paint ourselves all over bright blue. G Em A D (Now) I don't know how they make it, but I always know when C Em A D For the odor alone would knock you dead. G Em C D And it takes all my courage to stand on the spot G D7 G When they pour it all over my head. G7 And then there's. . . . C Am G Blue paint running down my shoulders, C Am G G7 Blue paint dripping off my elbows and my knees C Am G Em Blue paint coming off on every thing that I touch. Am C Am D7 G When this war is done can we have a little peace? G Em C D And when the battle's over and we have come home G D G It is then that the real fun begins. G Em C D For we've yet to invent a reliable way G D G Of removing the stuff from our skins. G Em A D We leave blue prints indelibly all over the place C Em A D But it doesn't seem to lessen the stain. G Em C D And a subtle blend of sand crystals, quicklime and lye G D7 G Opens up new horizons in pain G7 But still leaves. . . C Am G Blue paint running down my shoulders, C Am G G7 Blue paint dripping off my elbows and my knees C Am G Em Blue paint coming off on every thing that I touch. Am C Am D7 G When this war is done can we have a little peace? G Em C D Now I don't object to a good healthy scrap G D G I can break peoples' heads with the best. G Em C D But the smell of this woad brings my hayfever on G D G And I get this nasty rash on my chest. G Em A D Now I know that the paint is a sacred device C Em A D So our gods above can tell which is who, G Em C D But if I have to fight with the stuff on my skin G D7 G I won't be the only one feeling blue G7 When I've got. . . C Am G Blue paint running down my shoulders, C Am G G7 Blue paint dripping off my elbows and my knees C Am G Em Blue paint coming off on every thing that I touch. Am C Am D7 G When this war is done can we have a little peace?