Standard (EADGBE)
Verse
Jocks got a vote in parochia
Ten long years and he's still got her
Paying tax and doing stir
Worry about it later
And the wind blows hard and the wind blows cold
But it blows us good so we've been told
Music's food 'till the art biz folds
Let them all eat culture
Chorus
The past is steeped in shame
But tomorrows fair game
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning Britain
Verse
Twenty years and a loaded gun
Funerals fear and the war ain't won
Paddy's still a figure of fun
It lightens up the danger
And a corporal sneers at a Catholic boy
And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy
He's killing more than Celtic joy
Death is not a stranger
Taffy's time's gonna come one day
It's loud sweet voice but it won't give way
A house is not a holiday
Your son's are leaving home Neil
In the hills and the valleys and far away
You can hear the song of democracy
The echo of eternity
With a rak - a - rak - a feel
Chorus
The past is steeped in shame
But tomorrows fair game
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning Britain
Instrumental link
Verse
From the Tyne to where the Thames does flow
My English brothers and sisters know
It's not case of where you go
It's race and creed and colour
From the police cell to the deep dark grave
On the underground's just a stop away
Don't be too black, don't be too gay
Just get a little duller
But in this green and pleasant land
Where I make my home I'll make my stand
Make it cool just to be a man
A uniform's a traitor
Love is international
And if you stand or if you fall
Just let them know you gave your all
Worry about it later
Chorus
The past is steeped in shame
But tomorrows fair game
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning Britain
The past is steeped in shame
But tomorrows fair game
For a life that's fit for living
Good morning Britain
From 1990, this is one of my favorite songs. It took me ages to figure out.
enjoy. Watch out for the key change at the start of the 2nd verse. Taff