7 acessos
F#
it's been a long dry season in tinderbox town
B
and the ghetto cars go cruising up and down and round and round
A
with tinted windows and screeching tyres
B
povery likes to ride in the best disguise
F#
the boys get bored, set fire to the sheds at the end of my street
B
the thick black smoke rises up into the doors
A
the sirens scream out across the hill
B
turn into the close and the boys all swagger
B
i've got no quarrel with you, brother
D
but the war is getting closer
F# B D A
down at the union and there we stood
F# B D A
and embraced like brothers should
F# B D A
the fire catches when your back is turned
F# B D A
and now we watch as the city burns
F# B D A
and now we watch as the city burns
F#
we used to joke about the colour of our skins
B
we used to joke about the names of god
A
but now the racist cops come round
B
put your cousin up against a wall
little crowd gathers round and takes up sides
F#
the white trash come out of their doorways and mutter
B
there's a macho stand-off and sullen faces all around
A
and the middle ground is washing away
B
and no-one really wants it there anyway
B
that's the time for pack dogs, brother
D
but the war is getting closer
F# B D A
down at the union and there we stood
F# B D A
and embraced like brothers should
F# B D A
the fire catches when your back is turned
F# B D A
and now we watch as the city burns
F# B D A
and now we watch as the city burns
B D B F#
F# B D A
down at the union and there we stood
F# B D A
and embraced like brothers should
F# B D A
down at the union and there we stood
F# B D A
and embraced like brothers should
F# B D A
the fire catches when your back is turned
F# B D A
the fire catches when your back is turned
F# B D A
and now we watch as the city burns
F# B D A
and now we watch as the city burns
F#
and now we watch as the city burns (3x)
Solo:
F# A D
F# A D
F# A
and i, i accuse you
D F#
you want so much, but you give nothing of your self
A
and i believe you
D F#
you want so much, but you give nothing of your self
End:
F# A D
F# A D F#