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Deny Tom :D
D C
DENY
B
YOU’RE SUCH A LIAR
A E D
YOU WON'T KNOW THE TRUTH IF IT HITS YOU IN THE EYE
D C
DENY
B
YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR
A E D
YOU'RE SELLING YOUR NO-NO ALL THE TIME
Bm G
AN’ YOU SAID WE WERE GOING OUT
Bm G
TO THE 100 CLUB
Bm G
THEN YOU SAID “IT AIN'T MY SCENE”
A
BUT THEN YOU TURNED UP ALONE
THEN YOU TURNED UP ALONE
THEN YOU SAID YOU'D GIVEN IT UP GONE AN' KICKED IT IN THE HEAD YOU SAID YOU AIN’T HAD NONE FOR WEEKS BUT BABY I SEEN YOUR ARMS BABY I SEEN YOUR ARMS
DO YOU THINK I’M A RAVING IDIOT? JUST GOT OFF THE BOAT STEP IN LINE, SIGN THIS FORM - YOU AIN'T GOT A HOPE BABY AIN'T GOT A HOPE - YOU AIN'T GOT A HOPE
D C
WHAT A LIAR - DENY
B
WHAT A LIAR YOU'RE SUCH A LIAR
Drug Stabbin' Time Tom: D
Intro) D A E D D A E D D F# A
D Drug stabbing time Well I got working on the Ford line A paying off the big fine Drug stabbin' time
D
Drug stabbin' time
Is from nine to nine
A
Nobody wants a user
G
Nobody needs a loser
D
So kick him out that door
G D A
An' don't answer it no more
(Sax) D F# E
Drug stabbin' time It's a Greenwich Mean Time Your friends all hate each other you think You've got another But who's at the door? Don't answer it no more
Drug stabbin time In a bedroom crime There's a tape recording on a telephone line An' it's ringin from the floor So don't answer it no more
Now I was lying in my room It was raining drugs all afternoon. I hear this car pull up outside Comes to a stop like, skreeee
D A Someone's in a hurry D A D 'N someone better worry 'Cos these four guys all had on their feet A pair of black shoes shining and neat I thinks
D F Blackshoes on
No that's bad news G Here they come charging up the stairs alright
Sonny just tell us where
Drug stabbin time Don't ask me mate Working on the Ford line Paying off the big fine Drug stabbin' time
English Civil War Tom: A
Opening Riff (Play many times) E-------------------- G-------------------- D------2------------- A------0------------- E--------------------
E----------------------------------------------------------| | | | G----------2-----2-----------2---------2----2--------------| | | | D--(2)----2-----4--^--2----2---------4----2----------------| | G | G | A---0------------------------0----0------------------------| | | | E----------------------------------------------------------| | | |
E----------------------------------------------------------| | | | G----------2-----2-----------2---------2----2--------------| | | | D--(2)----2-----4--^--2----2---------4----2----------------| | Em | Em | A---0------------------------0----0------------------------| | | | E----------------------------------------------------------| | | |
A Am G
WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN HURRAH TRA-LA
A Am Em
HE'S COMING BY BUS OR UNDERGROUND HURRAH TRA-LA
C G
A WOMAN'S EYE WILL SHED A TEAR
F C
TO SEE HIS FACE SO BEATEN IN FEAR
A G F E A
AN' IT WAS JUST AROUND THE CORNER IN THE ENGLISH
CIVIL WAR
IT WAS STILL AT THE STAGE OF CLUBS AND FISTS WHEN THAT WELL-KNOWN FACE GOT BEATEN TO BITS YOUR FACE WAS BLUE IN THE LIGHT OF THE SCREEN AS WE WATCHED THE SPEECH OF AN ANIMAL SCREAM THE NEW PARTY ARMY WAS MARCHING RIGHT OVER OUR HEADS
ALRIGHT
THERE YOU ARE, HA HA, I TOLD YOU SO SAYS EVERYBODY THAT WE KNOW BUT WHO HID A RADIO UNDER THE STAIRS AN' WHO GOT CAUGHT OUT ON THEIR UNAWARES? WHEN THAT NEW PARTY ARMY CAME MARCHING RIGHT UP THE STAIRS
WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME AGAIN NOBODY UNDERSTANDS IT CAN HAPPEN AGAIN THE SUN IS SHINING AN' THE KIDS ARE SHOUTING LOUD BUT YOU GOTTA KNOW IT’S SHINING THROUGH A CRACK IN THE CLOUD AND THE SHADOWS KEEP FALLING WHEN JOHNNY COMES MARCHING HOME
Garageland Tom: A
A D E A
BACK IN THE GARAGE WITH MY BULLSHIT DETECTOR
A D E A
CARBON MONOXIDE MAKING SURE IT'S EFFECTIVE
D A/C# Bm A
PEOPLE RINGING UP MAKING OFFERS FOR MY LIFE
D A/C# Bm A
BUT I JUST WANNA STAY IN THE GARAGE ALL NIGHT
A E D C#m WE'RE A GARAGE BAND AH.... A E D C#m B D C#m E WE COME FROM GARAGELAND AH...
MEANWHILE THINGS ARE HOTTING UP IN THE WEST END ALRIGHT CONTRACTS IN THE OFFICES, GROUPS IN THE NIGHT MY BUMMIN’ SLUMMIN’ FRIENDS HAVE ALL GOT NEW BOOTS AN’ SOMEONE JUST ASKED ME IF THE GROUP WOULD WEAR SUITS
I DON'T WANNA HEAR ABOUT WHAT THE RICH ARE DOING I DON'T WANNA GO TO WHERE THE RICH ARE GOING
THEY THINK THEY’RE SO CLEVER, THEY THINK THEY’RE SO RIGHT BUT THE TRUTH IS ONLY KNOWN BY GUTTERSNIPE:
A A B A B THERE’S TWENTY-TWO SINGERS! A A B A B BUT ONE MICROPHONE E D A A B A B BACK IN THE GARAGE A A B A B THERE'S FIVE GUITAR PLAYERS! A A B A B BUT ONE GUITAR E D A A B A B BACK IN THE GARAGE A A B A B COMPLAINTS! COMPLAINTS! A A B A B WOT AN OLD BAG E D BACK IN THE GARAGE E D A BACK IN THE GARAGE ALL NIGHT
Groovy Times Tom :D Intro: E /G#m /A /B E /G#m /A /B E /G#m /A /B E /G#m /A /B
D A High Street shops are boarded up,
Bm G and the terrace it is fenced in.
D A See-through shields are walled across
Bm G the way that you came in.
D A But there's no need to get excited,
Bm G As the lorries bring the bacon in,
D A 'Cause the housewives are all singin',
Bm G A Bm "Groovy times are here a-gain."
[as above] They discovered on Black Saturday, That mobs don't march, they run (they run) So you you can excuse the nervous triggerman, for this once jumping the gun. They were picking up the dead, Out of the broken glass, Yes, it's number one, hit radio says "Groovy times are here at last."
E G#m A B Groo-oo---vy times,
E G#m A B Groo-oo---vy times,
E G#m A B Groo-oo---vy times.
//Here is the old version of the solo F#m E B A
D A Bm G
-------------------------------------------------------------
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-----------------------------6-7-9-7-6-7-s11-11s9-7----------
--7--7-7-7--7--7--. . . 7-9----------------------------------
-------------------------------------------------------------
Hey Groovy!
D A Bm G ------------------------------------------------ -b(11)r10b(11)------------12-10----------------- ------------------11-11-------------------------- ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ ------------------------------------------------ //End of old Version of solo
[chords under solo as chorus - 3X E/G#M/A/B, 1X B/A/G#m/E] [repeat n times] [solo diddle E & B & G strings in key of E - try to start near 12th fr, end near 9th fr G string... YMMV]
B /A /G#m /E
[Second version of solo]
Play this on acoustic. Just listen to the song to sus out the tempo of the solo. It's pretty fun to play. There's a bit enclosed within stars (**-7--9--7--**) that I'm not too sure about. If anyone can suggest a more acurate riff that would be good.
E------------------------------------------------------------- B------------------------------------------------7---7-5------ G----------------------------------6-7-9-7-6-7----------7----- D---7--7-7--7--7-7-7-7-7-7--9--------------------------------- A------------------------------------------------------------- E-------------------------------------------------------------
E---------------4----5--------------------7-5----- B-----------------------------7-7----------------- G------------------------------------------------- D------------------------------------------------- A------------------------------------------------- E-------------------------------------------------
Joes starts singing again but play this bit underneath:
E----------7--------------------------------------------------- B---7-10----10-p-7-7------------7--10--10--7------------------- G------------------------9--7--9----------------**-7--9--7--**- D-------------------------------------------------------------- A-------------------------------------------------------------- E--------------------------------------------------------------
E------------------------5-/-10------5-/-10----10-/-2---- B-------------------------------------------------------- G-------------------------------------------------------- D-------------------------------------------------------- A-------------------------------------------------------- E--------------------------------------------------------
E----5-/-10------5-/-10-----10-/-2-------------5-/-12----- B--------------------------------------------------------- G--------------------------------------------------------- D--------------------------------------------------------- A--------------------------------------------------------- E---------------------------------------------------------
E--------------------7------12-12-12-12-12-12-12-12-12----- B----7-8-7----7----------10-------------------------------- G-----------9----9--7-------------------------------------- D---------------------------------------------------------- A---------------------------------------------------------- E----------------------------------------------------------
[as verse 1] The intake is on the uptake, the acceleration's pretty grim. I can remember his first appearance, now look what's happened to him. They put him in a dog suit, like nineteen sixy four. King of early evening ITV, "Groovy times forever more."
[as chorus] Groo-oo-vy times, Groo-oo-vy times, Groo-oo-vy times.
[repeat till fade]
Guns Of Brixton Tom: F#m Intro: F#m Bm F#m Bm G Bm G Bm
F#m Bm
When they kick at your front door
F#m Bm
How you gonna come?
G Bm
With your hands on your head
G Bm
Or on the trigger of your gun
When the law break in How you gonna go? Shot down on the pavement Or waiting on death row
CHORUS
F#m
You can crush us
Bm
You can bruise us
F#m Bm
But you'll have to answer to
G Bm G Bm
Oh-the guns of Brixton
The money feels good And your life you like it well But surely your time will come As in heaven, as in hell
You see, he feels like Ivan Born under the Brixton sun His game is called survival At the end of the harder they come
You know it means no mercy They caught him with a gun No need for the Black Maria Goodbye to the Brixton sun
You can crush us You can bruise us Yes, even shoot us But oh-the guns of Brixton
Guns on the Roof Tom :E
E D A E I swear by Almighty God E D A E To tell the whole truth E D A E And nothing but E D A E ............the truth
E D C# B Guns guns
E D A/C# E/B They torture all the women and children E D A/C# E/B Then they've put the men to the gun E D A/C# E/B 'Cos across the human frontier E D A/C# E/B Freedom's always on the run
E D C# B Guns guns a-shaking in terror E D C# B Guns guns killing in error E D C# B Guns guns guilty hands E D C# B Guns guns shatter the lands
A system built by the sweat of the many Creates assassins to kill off the few Take any place and call it a court house This is a place where no judge can stand
Sue the lawyers and burn all the papers Unlock the key of of the legal papers A jury of a billion faces Shouted out condemned out of hand
Guns guns, and nobody's kidding Guns guns, or foolin' around Guns guns, the violence is singing Guns guns, a silence the sound
E D C# B (X2)
E D C# B 'N I like to be in Aferica E D C# B A-beatin' on the final drum E D C# B 'N I like to be in U.S.S.R. E D C# B Makin' sure these things will come E D D/C# E/B 'N I like to be in U.S.A. E D D/C# E/B Pretending that the wars are done E D D/C# E/B 'N I like to be in Europa E D D/C# E/B Saying goodbye to everyone
E D A/C# E/B (X2)
E D A/C# E/B Guns guns there's guns on the roof E D A/C# E/B Guns guns they're made to shoot
Hate And War Tom: C
C G C F HATE AND WAR – THE ONLY THINGS WE GOT TODAY
G F C
AN' IF I CLOSE MY EYES
G F C
THEY WILL ' NOT GO AWAY
G F C
YOU HAVE TO DEAL WITH IT
G F C
IT IS THE CURRENCY
C HATE... HATE... HATE...
G F C
THE HATE OF A NATION
G F C
A MILLION MILES FROM HOME
G F C
AN’ GET WAR FROM THE JUNKIES
G F C
WHO DON'T LIKE MY FORM
F I’ll GONNA STAY IN THE CITY C G EVEN WHEN THE HOUSE FALL DOWN F I DON'T DREAM OF A HOLIDAY G WHEN HATE AN’ WAR COME AROUND
C G C F HATE AND WAR – THE ONLY THINGS WE GOT TODAY
I HAVE THE WILL TO SURVIVE I CHEAT IF I CAN’T WIN IF SOMEONE LOCKS ME OUT I KICK MY WAY BACK IN
AN' IF I GET AGGRESSION I GIVE IT TO THEM TWO TIME BACK EVERY DAY IT'S JUST THE SAME WITH HATE AN’ WAR ON MY BACK
C G HATE AND WAR – I HATE ALL THE ENGLISH C F HATE AND WAR – THEY’RE JUST AS BAD AS WOPS C G HATE AND WAR – I HATE ALL THE POLITENESS C F HATE AND WAR – I HATE ALL THE COPS
C G I WANNA WALK DOWN ANY STREET C F LOOKING LIKE A CREEP C G I DON'T CARE IF I GET BEAT UP C F G C BY ANY KEBAB GREEK
Hateful Tom: C
C
Well, I got a friend who's a man (who's a man?)
D
What man? The man who keeps me from the lonely the only
C
He gives me what I need (What you need?)
G
What ya got? I need it all so badly
Chorus
C C/B Am
Oh, anything I want
C C/B Am
He gives it to me
C C/B Am C C/B
Anything I want he gives it
Am C
But, not for free, it's hateful
E7sus4/B
and it's paid for
Am G A Bb B
And I'm so grateful to be nowhere
This year I've lost some friends (some friends?) What friends? I dunno I ain't even noticed You see, I gotta go out again My friend, i gotta see the main man
Chorus
I killed all my nerves What swerves? I can't drive so steady (and already) I've lost my memory (What mind?) Behind, I can't see so clearly.
Chorus: add C C/B Am C C/B Am C Anything I want, anything I want
Hitsville U.K. Tom: C
Intro:
e------------------------------ B--5-------------5-5----------- G-----7--5--7---------7--5--7-- D------------------------------ A------------------------------ E------------------------------
Verse (and solo):
e------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- B-5---6---5--------6--5-----------5------------5---6---5--------6--5-----------5------ G-----------7-5----------7--5---------7------------------7-5----------7--5---------7-- D------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- A------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- E------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- x2
Bridge:
F G C F e-------------------------------------------- B-6---6--6----6--8---8--8----5--6--5---8--6-- G-------------------------------------------- D-------------------------------------------- A-------------------------------------------- E-------------------------------------------- x2
Chorus:
C e----------------------------------------------- B-6----6--6---5----------------6---5------------ G-----------------7---5--5-------------7---5--5- D----------------------------------------------- A----------------------------------------------- E-----------------------------------------------
Verse 1:
C They cried the tears, they shed their fears, C G up and down the land. C They stole guitars, and used guitars, C G so the tape would understand.
Bridge:
F G without even, the slightest hope, C F of a thousand sales F G Just as if, as if they were, C F hitsville in U.K.
Chorus:
F C I know the boy was all alone, C 'till the hitsville hit U.K.
Verse 2:
They say true talent, will always emerge in time, when lightning hits, small wonder, its sparks for factory time
Bridge:
No expense accounts, no lunch discounts, or hypeing up the charts the band went in, and knocked 'em dead, in two minutes fifty-nine
Chorus
Solo (verse w/out lyrics)
Bridge:
No slimy deals, no smarmy eels, in hitsville U.K. we'll shake them and say, we'll operate, in hitsville U.K.
Chorus:
I know the boy felt all alone, 'till the hitsville hit U.K.
Verse 3:
The mutants, creeps and muscled men, are shaking like the leaves, it blows a hole in the radio when it hasn't sounded good all week
Bridge:
A mighty boom, in your living room, in hitsville U.K. no consumer trials, no A.O.R's in hitsville U.K.
Chorus
I know the boy felt all alone, 'till the hitsville hit U.K. now the boys and girls are not alone, now that hitsville hit U.K.
I'm Not Down Tom :E Intro: A, C#m, F#m, B, A, C#m, F#m, B,
B/A, B/G#, B/F#, D, D/C#, E, E
Intro (Play Chorus)
Verse I
(E) A F#m E
If it's true a rich man leads a sad life,
C#m D
that's what the say from day to day
A F#m E
then what do all the poor do with their lives
C#m D
on Judgement Day with nothin' to say?
Chorus
A C#m
I've been beat up I've been thrown out
F#m B
but I'm not down oh, I'm not down
A C#m
I've been shown up but I've grown up and
F#m B
I'm not down oh I'm not down
B/A B/G# B/F# D D/C# E
Verse II On My own I faced a gang of jeering In strange streets oh When my nerves were pumping and I fought my fear in I did not run, I was not done
Chorus
Bridge
E A C#m
Yes I lived that kind of day
Em7 D
when none of your sorrows will go away
go down and down and hit the floor, D/C# down and down and down somemore B Depression A C#m Em7 But I know, there'll be someway when I can swing everything D back my way Like skyscrapers rising up D/C# B E floor by floor, not giving up
Verse III So you walk around and think that you're the toughest In the world, the whole wide world But You're streets away from where it gets the roughest You ain't been there.
Chorus
Jail Guitar Doors Tom :E
E B
Let me tell you 'bout Wayne and his deals of cocaine
A
A little more every day
E G#m
Holding for a friend till the band do well
B E
Then the D.E.A. locked him away
E A E Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors E A E Bang bang, go the boots on the floor E A E Cry cry, for your lonely mother's son E A7 Clang clang, go the jail guitar doors
An' I'll tell you 'bout Pete, didn't want no fame Gave all his money away "Well there's something wrong, it'll be good for you, son" And so they certified him insane
And then there's Keith, waiting for trial Twenty-five thousand bail If he goes down you won't hear his sound But his friends carry on anyway Fuck 'em!
A E B (PLUS C A E ON LAST TIME) Jail guitar doors 54/46 was my number Jail guitar doors Right now someone else has that number
Janie Jones Tom :E
E HE'S IN LOVE WITH ROCK’N’ROLL WOAAHH E HE'S IN LOVE WITH GETTIN' STONED WOAAHH E HE'S IN LOVE WITH JANIE JONES E BUT HE DON'T LIKE HIS BORING JOB, NO...
B
AN' HE KNOWS WHAT HE’S GOT TO DO
E
SO HE KNOWS HE’S GONNA HAVE FUN WITH YOU
YOU LUCKY LADY! A AN' HE KNOWS WHEN THE EVENING COMES
WHEN HIS JOB IS DONE
E
HE’LL BE OVER IN HIS CAR FOR YOU
AN' IN THE IN-TRAY LOTS OF WORK BUT THE BOSS AT THE FIRM ALWAYS THINKS HE SHIRKS BUT HE’S JUST LIKE EVERYONE, HE'S GOT A FORD CORTINA THAT JUST WON’T RUN WITHOUT FUEL FILL HER UP, JACKO!
AN’ THE INVOICE IT DON’T QUITE FIT, THERE’S NO PAYOLA IN HIS ALPHABETICAL FILE THIS TIME HE’S GONNA REALLY TELL THE BOSS GONNA REALLY LET HIM KNOW EXACTLY HOW HE FEELS IT'S PRETTY BAD!
E HE'S IN LOVE WITH ROCK’N’ROLL WOAAHH E HE'S IN LOVE WITH GETTIN' STONED WOAAHH E HE'S IN LOVE WITH JANIE JONES E BUT HE DON'T LIKE HIS BORING JOB, NO...
C# E C#
WOAH WOAH
A B E
LET THEM KNOW - LET THEM KNOW
Jimmy Jazz Tom: A Intro: A E F#m D A D A E
A F#m
The police walked in for Jimmy Jazz
A D
I said, he ain't here, but he sure went past
A E A D A E
Oh, you're looking for Jimmy Jazz
A F#m
Sattamassagana for Jimmy Dread
A D
Cut off his ears and chop off his head
A E A D A E
Police cam looking for Jimmy Jazz
A F#m
So if you're gonna take a message 'cross the town
A D
Maybe put it down somewhere over the other side
A E A D A E
See it gets to Jimmy Jazz
A F#m
Don't you bother me, not anymore
A D
I can't take this tale, oh, no more
A E A D A E
It's all around, Jimmy Jazz
A F#m A D
J-a-zee zee J-a-zed zed
A E A D A E
J-a-zed zed Jimmy Jazz
A
And then it sucks, he said, suck that
A F#m A
So go look all around, you can try your luck, brother
D
And see what you found
A E A D A
But I guarantee you it ain't your day your day, it ain't
E
your day.
A
Chop Chop!
Solo: E----------------------------------------------5s0-------- B-----------------2---2-------2-2-2-2h0---5b-5-----3-1---- G------2///14-2-2---2-------2-----------2---------------2- D-2s4-------------------2s4------------------------------- A--------------------------------------------------------- E---------------------------------------------------------
E-----------------------------0-2-5-9-12-9-12-9s7-9-7-5---- B-1-3-5-3-1----------------1b2----------------------------- G----------------2-2-----2--------------------------------- D------------2s4-----2s4----------------------------------- A---------------------------------------------------------- E----------------------------------------------------------
Julie's in the Drug Squad Tom :A Intro: A D/A A D/A A D/A A D/A A
A
IT'S LUCY IN THE SKY AND ALL KINDS OF APPLE PIE
SHE GIGGLES AT THE SCREEN 'COS IT LOOKS SO GREEN
D
THERE'S CARPETS ON THE PAVEMENT
A
AND FEATHERS IN HER EYE
E Bm D
BUT SOONER OR LATER, HER NEW FRIENDS WILL REALISE
A
THAT JULIE'S BEEN WORKING FOR THE DRUG SQUAD
WELL IT SEEMED LIKE A DREAM, TOO GOOD TO BE TRUE STASH IT IN THE BANK WHILE THE TABLETS GROW HIGH IN THEIR MILLIONS
AND EVERYBODY'S HIGH (HI, MAN...) BUT THERE'S SOMEONE LOOKING DOWN FROM THAT MOUNTAINSIDE 'COS JULIE'S BEEN WORKING FOR THE DRUG SQUAD
D
AND IT'S TEN YEARS FOR YOU
A
NINETEEN FOR YOU
D
AND YOU CAN GET OUT IN TWENTY-FIVE
A E A
THAT IS IF YOU'RE STILL ALIVE
(Bridge) D A E D A
AN' THEN THERE CAME THE NIGHT OF THE GREATEST EVER RAID THEY ARRESTED EVERY DRUG THAT HAD EVER BEEN MADE THEY TOOK EIGHTY-TWO LAWS THROUGH EIGHTY-TWO DOORS AND THEY DIDN'T HALT THE PULL TILL THE CELLS WERE ALL FULL 'COS JULIE WAS WORKING FOB THE DRUG SQUAD
THEY PUT HIM IN A CELL, THEY SAID YOU WAIT HERE YOU'VE GOT THE TIME TO COUNT ALL OF YOUR HAIR YOU'VE GOT FIFTEEN YEARS A MIGHTY LONG TIME YOU COULD HAVE BEEN A PHYSICIST BUT NOW YOUR NAME IS ON THE MAILBAG LIST JULIE'S BEEN WORKING FOR THE DRUG SQUAD
GUMBO!
Junco Partner Tom: F
NC F Down the road came a Junco Partner
Bb F For he was loaded as can be
F He was knocked out, knocked out loaded
C7 F He was a'wobblin' all over the street
F Singing 6 months ain't no sentence
Bb F And one year ain't no time
F I was born in Angola
C7 F Serving 14 to 99
Well I wish I had me $1 million dollars Oh one million to call my own I would raise meat and say, "grow for me baby" I would raise me a tobacco farm
Well I wish I would have me a great deal of money Yeah and mighty good things all over town Now I ain't got no more money All of my good friends are putting me down
Now I ain't got no more money I'm gonna pawn my watch and chain I would have pawned my seat Gabriella But the smart girl wouldn't sign her name
....
Give me headstone when I die
Kingston Advice Tom: G
G Cm6 In these days you can get no rice G Cm6 No razor blades but you can get knife G Cm6 In these days see the people run G Cm6 They have no food but the boy have gun G Cm6 In these days they don't throw the stone G Cm6 Nor use the voice they use the gun alone G Cm6 In these days to be an oddity G Cm6 Be hunted down like a scarcity
A G/A Dm/A In these days don't beg for life A G/A Dm/A Wanna take Kingston advice? A G/A Dm/A C G Oh please don't beg for your life
In these days the beat is militant Must be a clash there's no alternative In these days nations are militant We have slavery under government In these days in the firmament I look for signs that are permanent
In these days with no love to give The world will turn with no one left to live
In these days I don't know what to do The more I see the more I'm destitute In these days I don't know what to sing The more I know the less my tune can swing
In these days you can get no rice No razor blades but you can get knife In these days see the people run They have no food but the boy have gun