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B♭ C F B♭/F F B♭ C B♭ F FB♭/FTell me Ftrue, tell me why was B♭Jesus crucified? CIs it for this that C7daddy Fdied? B♭/FWas it Fyou? Was it me? Did I B♭watch too much T.V.? Is that a Chint of accusation in your eyFes? B♭/F FIf it wasn't for the Nips F7Being so B♭good at building ships, The Cyards would still be open C9on the ClFyde. And it can't be much fun for F7them BeB♭neath the rising sun With Call their kids committing C7suiFcide. What have we B♭done, Maggie what have we dFone? What have we dB♭one to England? CShould we Fshout, should we scrAeam, "What B♭happened B♭mto the post war Fdream?" Dm7 Gm7Oh, Maggie, C7 Maggie C7what have weF done? C B♭ F Your Possible Pasts They Gflutter behind you your possible paAmsts, Some Cbrighteyed and crazy, some Dfrightened and Glost. A Gwarning to anyone still in commAmand COf their possible Dfuture, to take Gcare. In Gderelict sidings the poppies entwiAmne With Ccattle trucks lying in Dwait for the next Gtime. EmDo you remember me, how we used to be, Do you think we shoud be Dcloser? She Gstood in the doorway, the ghost of a smiAmle CHaunting her face like a Dcheap hotel Gsign. Her Gcold eyes imploring the men in their mAmacs For the Cgold in their bags or the Dknives in their Gbacks. GStepping up boldly one put out his hAmand. He said, "CI was just a child thenD, now I'm only a Gman." EmDo you remember me, how we used to be, Do you think we should be Dcloser?
Em C Em C Em D C D Cmaj9By the Gcold and religious we were taken in hAmand Shown Chow to feel good and Dtold to feel Gbad. GStrung out behind us the banners and flAmags Of our Cpossible pasts lie in Dtatters and Grags. EmDo you remember me, how we used to be, Do you think we should be Dcloser? One Of The Few N.C.When you're one of the few to land on your feet, What do you do to make ends meet? Teach. Make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two. Make them me, make them you, make them do what you want them to. Make them laugh, make them cry, make them lie down and die. The Hero's Return DJesus, Jesus, what's it all about? Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape. When I was their age all the lights went out. There was no time to whine or mope about. Cmaj7And even now part of me fliDes over Cmaj7Dresden at angels one five. DThough Cmaj7they'll never fathom it behind my Sarcasm desperate memories Dlie. DSweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good. 'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you. And there is something that I've locked away A memory that is too painful To withstand the light of day. Cmaj7When we came back from the Dwar the Cmaj7banners and Flags hung on everyone's Ddoor. We Cmaj7danced and we sang in the street and The church bells Drang. But Gburning in my Cheart, My Gmemory smoulders Con Of the Ggunners dying Cwords on the Emintercom. The Gunner's Dream
G G Em C G D EmGFloating down Gthrough the clouds Em/GMemories come rushing Cup to meet me now. In the Gspace between the heavens And in the Dcorner of some foreign field, C I had a Gdream, Em C I had a Gdream. GGoodbye Max, Ggoodbye Ma. Em/GAfter the service when you're Cwalking slowly to the car And the Gsilver in her hair shines in the Dcold November air, You Emhear the tolling bell, and Cmaj7touch the silk in your D/Clapel, C And Gas the tear drops rise to meet the Dcomfort of the band, Em CYou take her frail Dhand and hold on to the dream.
G G Em C D G D Em D C D C G D C G Em C EmGA place to stay, Genough to eat, EmSomewhere old heroes shuffle Csafely down the street. Where you can Gspeak out loud about your doubts and Dfears, And what's more Emno-one ever disappears, You never hear their standard issue Cmaj7kicking in your door. GYou can relax on Dboth sides of the tracks, And maniacs Emdon't blow holes in Cbandsmen by remote contD7/Crol, And Geveryone has recourse to the Dlaw, And Cno-one kills the children anyGmore. Em CNo-one kills the children anymore. G CNight after niDght, going Ground and Dround my Embrain, D His Cdream is Ddriving me inGsane___________________. In the Gcorner of some foreign field, The Dgunner sleeps tonight. EmWhat's done is done. C D/C We Gcannot just write off his final Dscene. CTake heed of his Gdream, Em CTake heed. Em Paranoid Eyes GButton your lip and Cdon't let the shield slip. G Take a fresh grip on your Cbullet proof Gmask. CAnd if they try to break down your disguise with their Gquestions D C You can Ghide, Dhide, Chide, G/B Am D Am Behind paranoid Geyes. You put Gon our brave face and slip Cover the road for a Gjar, Fixing your grin as you Ccasually lean on the Gbar. CLaughing too loud at the rest of the world With the Gboys Din the Ccrowd. You Ghide, Dhide, Chide, Am D Am Behind petrified Geyes.
C G C G C G Em D Am GYou beGlieved in their stories of Cfame, fortune and Gglory. Now you're lost in a haze of aClchohol soft middle Gage. The Cpie in the sky turned out to be miles too Ghigh. D C And you Ghide, Dhide, Chide, Am D Am Behind brown and mild eyes. Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert
G C D GGBrezhnev took Afghanistan. CBegin took Beirut. DGaltieri took the Union GJack. And GMaggie, over lunch one day, Took a Ccruiser with all hands ApDparently to make him give it baGck. Mm___C_____. G The Fletcher Memorial Home GTake all your overgrown Cinfants away, G/BsomeAmwhere, And build them a Dhome, a little B♭place of their Bmown. C DThe EmFletcher Memorial CHome for incurable DtyrantsEm7 DanF♯d Gkings. C And Gthey can appear to themCselves every day, G/B Am On closed circuit DT.V. to make B♭sure they're still Bmreal. A/B Bm CIt's the only connecDtion they Emfeel. "Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome Cmaj7Reagan and Haig, Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. DThatcher and Paisley, Mr. Cmaj7Brezhnev and party, the ghost of McCarthy, The memories of Nixon. And Dnow adding colour, A Ggroup of anonymous LatFin-American meat paCcking glitterati." EmDid they expect us to treat them with any resDpect? They can Gpolish their medFals and shCarpen their smiles, And aGmuse themselveFs playing gaCmes for a while. GBoom boom, bFang bang, liCe down you're deEmad. G [D/F#] Em [D/F#] G [D/F#] Em D Cmaj7 D G [D/F#] C D G [D/F#] Cmaj7 D G [D/F#] Cmaj7 Em GSafe in the permanent Cgaze of a cold G/Bglass Ameye, With their favorite Dtoys, they'll be B♭good girls and Bmboys. In C thDe FlEmetcher Memorial HoCme for colonial waDsters of liEm7fe anDd F♯ liGmb. Is Feverone in? ArCe you haGving a nicFe timeC? Now the finFal soluCtion can be applEmied. Southampton Dock FThey disembarked in 45, B♭And no-one spoke and no-one smiled CThere were to many spaces in the liFne. Gathered at the cenotaph B♭All agreed with the hand on heart, CTo sheath the sacrificial kniveFs. But now she Fstands upon Southampton dock With her B♭handkerchief And her summer frock Cclings To her wet body in the raiFn. In quiet desperation knuckles B♭White upon the slippery reins She Cbravely waves the boys goodbye agaFin. Mm__B♭____. B♭m F B♭And still the dark stain spreads between His Fshoulder blades. B♭A mute reminder of the Fpoppy fields and graves. F7 Gm7 F7And B♭when the fight was Cover Dm7 C7 E We Fspent what Am7they had Dmmade. But Gm7in the bottom of our hearts We felt the final Fcut. The Final Cut FThrough the fish-eyed lens of tear stained FeyesC____ I can B♭barely define the shape of this moment in Ftime. And Ffar from flying high in clear blue FskieCs___, I'm B♭spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I Fhide. B♭If you negotiate the Fminefield in the drive, B♭And beat the dogs and cheat the cold Felectronic eyes, B♭And if you Cmake it past the shotDmgun in the hall, Gm7Dial the combination, open the priesthole And if I'm in I'll tCell you what's behind the wall. F AmThere's a kid who had a big hallucinaFtion AmMaking love to girls in magaCzines. He B♭wonders if you're sleeping with your Dmnew found faith. Gm7Could anybody love him Or is it just a cCrazy dream_F__? F C B♭ F And Fif I show you my dark Cside Will you still hold B♭me toFnight? And Fif I open my Cheart to you And show you my weak B♭side, What would you Fdo? B♭Would you sell your story to Rolling FStone? B♭Would you take the children away FAnd leave me alone? And B♭smile in reasCsurance As you Dmwhisper down the phone, Gm7Would you send me packing, OCr would you take me Fhome?
Am F Am C B♭ Dm Gm7 C FAmThought I oughta bare my naked feelFings, AmThought I oughta tear the curtain Cdown. I B♭held the blade in trembling hands, PreDmpared to make it but Gm7just then the phone rang, I never had the nerve to make the final Gcut. C B♭ F Not Now John GFuck all that we've Dgot to get on with these Em GGotta compete with the Dwily JapaneEmse. There's Gtoo many home fires Dburning And not enough Emtrees, So Gfuck all that We've Dgot to get on with these. Em Can't stop Lose job Mind gone Silicon What bomb Get away Pay day Make hay Break down Need fix Big six Clickity click Hold on Oh no Brrrrrrrrrring Gbingo! D Em C/EMake 'em laugh. EmMake 'em cry. D/EMake 'em dance in the aisles. Em C/EMake 'em pay. EmMake 'em stay. D/EMake'em feel oEmk. GNot nah John We've Dgot to get on with the Emfilm show. G Hollywood Dwaits at the end of the Emrainbow. GWho cares what it's aDbout As long as the Emkids go. GNot now John DGot to get on with the Asus4show. GHang on John we've Dgot to get on with this. Em I Gdon't know what it is But it Dfits on here like..Em... GCome at the end of the Dshift, We'll go and get Empissed. But Gnow now John I've Dgot to get on with this. C/EHold on John I think there's Emsomething good on. I D/Eused to read books but..Em... It C/Ecould be the news, Or some Emother abuse, Or it D/Ecould be reusable Emshows. GFuck all that we've Dgot to get on with these Em GGot to compete with the wiDly JapaneEmse. GNo need to worry aDbout the VietnamEmese. GGot to bring the Russian bDear to his knEmees. Well, Gmaybe not the Russian Dbear, Maybe the EmSwedes. We Gshowed Argentina Now Dlet's go and show theEmse. GMake us feel tough And Dwouldn't Maggie be Empleased? GNah nah nah nah nah nah nah! D Em Two Suns In The Sunset
D A G A DDIn my rear view mirror the Gsun is going down, A DSinking behind bridges in the Groad A D And I Gthink of all the good Athings That Dwe have Aleft unGdone AndF I suEmffer premonitions, BmConfirm suspicions, EmOf the holocaust to Acome. D A G A DThe wire that holds the cork That Gkeeps the anger in, A DGives way And suddenly it's Gday again. A D The Gsun is in the easAt Even Dthough the Aday is Gdone. F EmTwo suns in the sunset BmHmmmmmmmmmm EmCould be the human race is Arun.
A D A G A D A G A DBmLike the moment when the brakes Alock BmAnd you slide towards the big truck You Gstretch the frozen Amoments with your Dfear. BmAnd you'll never hear their voicAes, BmAnd you'll never see their faces, GYou have no Arecourse to the law DanymoAre.
G A D A G A DDAnd as the windshield melts GMy tears eveaporate, A DLeaving only charcoal to deGfend. A D GFinally I unAderstand the Dfeelings Aof the Gfew. F EmAshes and diamonds, BmFoe and friend, EmWe were all equal in the Aend.
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