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Problems Tom: C# Intro: C# - B - G# (5x)
C#
Too many problems
G#
Oh why am I here
C#
I don't need to be me
G#
'Cos you're all too clear
C#
And I can see
G#
There's something wrong with you
C# G#
But what do you expect me to do?
C# G#
At least I gotta know what I wanna be
C# G#
Don't come to me if you need pity
C# G#
Are you lonely you got no one
C# G#
You get your body in suspension
G# A#
That's no problem, problem
B C# B G#
Problem, the problem is you
C# B G#
Eat your heart out on a plastic tray You don't do what you want Then you'll fade away You won't find me working Nine to five It's too much fun a being alive I'm using my feet for my human machine You won't find me living for the screen Are you lonely all your needs catered You got your brains dehydrated
G# A# That's no problem, problem B C# B G# Problem, the problem is you
What you gonna do
Problem, problem
Problem, problem Problem, the problem is you What you gonna do with your problem The problem is you Problem (SOLO)
In a death trip I ain't automatic You won't find me just staying static Don't give me any orders For people like me There is no order
Bet you thought you had it all worked out Bet you thought you knew what I was about Bet you thought you'd solved all your problems But you are the problem
Problem, problem Problem, the problem is you What you gonna do with your problem I'll leave it to you Problem, the problem is you You got a problem What you gonna do
They know a doctor Gonna take you away They take you away And throw away the key They don't want you And they don't want me You got a problem The problem is you Problem, what you gonna do Problem, I'll leave it back, I have a Problem, you got a problem
Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem, problem, Problem
Problem, problem, Problem
Pretty Vacant Tom: A Intro:
E|---------------------------| B|---------------------------| G|-------2-2------2-2--------| D|---------------------------| A|--0-0-------0-0------------| E|---------------------------|
Verse 1:
A G D A Thers no point in askin' you'll get no reply A G Em Just remember i dont decide A Em A Got no reason it's all to much A Em A You'll always find us out to lunch
Chorus:
D C A Cos we're so pretty, all so pretty yeah, we're vacant D C A Cos we're so pretty, all so pretty yeah, we're vacant D C A Cos we're so pretty, all so pretty yeah, we're vacant D C A Cos we're so pretty, all so pretty yeah, we're vacant
Verse 2:
A G D A Dont ask us to attend cos we're not all there A G Em dont pretend cos i dont care A G D A i dont belive illusions cos to much is real A G Em A stop your cheap comments cos we know what we feel
Chorus:
D C A Cos we're so pretty, all so pretty yeah, we're vacant D C A Cos we're so pretty, all so pretty yeah, we're vacant
Verse 1 repeated here
Outro:
A We're pretty, pretty vacant (x4)
And we don't care
God save the queen
Tom: A
Intro: Ab A x5
A D C# D A x3
Ab A x2
A D C# D God save the queen the fascist regime they made you a moron Ab A Ab A a potential h-bomb
God save the queen she ain't no human being there is no future in england's dreamland
bridge
E B D# E D# E
don't be told what you want
don't be told what you need
there's no future there's no future
E
there's no future for you
God save the queen we mean it man we love our queen god saves
God save the queen cos tourists are money and our figurehead is not what she seems
God save history God save your mad parade oh lord god have mercy all aims are paid
(bridge chords) When there's no future how can there be sin we're the flowers in the dustbin we're the poison in your human machine we're the future you're future
repeat third verse
break- F# B F# B
F# B F# E
God save the queen we mean it man there is no future and england's dreaming
D C# B D C# B D C# B A No future no future no future for you No future no future no future for me D C# B D C# B D C# B Ab A Ab A No future no future no future for me
Belsen Was a Gas Tom: D Intro: D C D Eb D C G x2 D C D Eb Belsen was a gas I heard the other day D C G In the open graves where the jews all lay D C D Eb Life is fun and I wish you were here D C G They wrote on postcards to those held dear
chorus (played twice) C G C G C G F-G F-G oh dear oh dear oh dear
second verse Sergeant majors on the march Wash their bodies in the starch See them all die one by one Guess it's dead guess it's glad
chorus (twice) so bad so bad so bad
intro
repeat first verse
outro: ad lib chorus
with Ronald Biggs:
ok, this time for real Belsen was a gasser
intro: D C Bb C D C G x2
verse D C Bb C Belsen was a gas I heard the other day D C G In the open graves where the jews all lay D C Bb C Life is fun and I wish you were here D C G They wrote on postcards to those held dear
chorus (same as other version)
second verse Dentists search their teeth for gold Frisk the jews for bank notes rolled when they found out what they got Line them up and shoot the lot
chorus kill a man be a man kill a man
intro
third verse Wonder what the jews would say If I told them where Boorman was today Would they start a vendetta you'd better ask Ernie Ledbetter
chorus Ledbetter Ledbetter Ledbetter
outro: ad lib chorus
I Wanna Be Me
Tom: E
Intro: E
E D B x2
verse
E
Turn the page and its the scoop of the century
D B
Don't wanna be L Seven I had enough of this
E
This is brainwash and this is a clue
D B
To the stars who fooled you
A
Tell me why you cant explain
B D B E
You're only looking for vinyl yeah
D B E
Didn't they fool you they wanna be you
intro
second verse Gimme World War 3 we can live again You didn't fool me but I fooled you You wanna be me yeah you wanna be me You wanna be someone yeah ruin someone Yeah, didn't I fool you I ruined you yeah didn't I fool you I sussed you out
intro
third verse I got you in the camera and I got you in my camera a second of your life ruined for life You wanna ruin me in your magazine you wanna cover us in margarine And now is the time to realize to have real eyes
intro
fourth verse Down down down down and I'll take you down on the underground Down in the dark and down in the crypt Down in the dark where the typewriter fit Down with your pen and pad ready to kill to make me ill Down wanna be someone wanna be someone Make it as someone you wanna be me ruin me a typewriuter god a black and white king PVC blackboard books Black and white I wanna be me
Lonely Boy Tom: A
verse A F# D E I'm left in misery a girl I love's gone across the sea I'm all alone ain't got no home Mandy was her name sleeping was her game She didn't care about me oh baby can't you see
chorus A F# D E I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy I'm a lonely boy
second verse I need her tender touch oh I need it oh so much I can't forget I'm so upset I wonder where she's gone I wonder where she went wrong I wanna get her back to me but I think she's tired of me
chorus
bridge C# D A E Everytime I think of her it brings back memories C# D E I remember how it used to be oh baby can't you see
chorus
third verse Oh my darlin can't you see You're the one that means so much to me I know I need your tender touch I can't wait to feel your crutch what a crutch I can't wait to fuck it
chorus to end
No One Is Innocent Tom: Bb Intro: F Eb D C Bb F x2
verse Bb God save the sex pistols they're a bunch of wholesome blokes Bb F They just like wearing filthy clothes and swapping filthy jokes Bb God save television keep the progrmas pure Bb F God save William Grundy from falling in manure
chorus Eb Bb Eb Bb Ronnie Biggs was doing time until he done a bunk Eb Bb F Now he says he's seen the light and he sold his soul to punk
second verse God save Martin Boorman and nazis on the run They wasn't being wicked God that was their idea of fun God save Myra Hindley God save Ian Brady Even though he's horrible and she ain't what you call a lady
chorus
third verse God save politicians God save our friends the pigs God save Idi Amin and god save Ronald Biggs God save all us sinners God save your blackest sheep God save the good samaritan and god save the worthless creep
chorus
outro- F
sold his soul, etc.
Anarchy In The UK Tom: G Intro: G F E D C
G
verse C F E I am an anti-christ I am an anarchist Don't know what I want but I know how to get it C I wanna destroy the passerby
chorus G F E D C F E C I wanna be anarchy
G
second verse Anarchy for the UK It's coming sometime maybe I give a wrong time stop a traffic line You're future dream is a shopping scheme
chorus
bridge: D E D G
third verse there are many ways to get what you want I use the best I use the rest I use the enemy I use anarchy
chorus
second bridge (just move up two frets, play the verse) D G F# D G F# D G F# D G F#
fourth verse Is this the MPLA or is this the UDA Is this the IRA I thought it was the UK
chorus (Or just another council tenency)
chorus thrice more
Pretty Vacant Tom: A Intro: G------2-2-------- D -------------2-2 guitar: repeat this A--0-0-----0-0---- bass: enters in on A (OBVIOUSLY :) E-----------------
first verse A G D A There's no point in asking you'll get no reply A G E I just remembered I don't decide A G D A I got no reason it's all too much A G E A You'll always find us out to lunch
chorus D C A We're so pretty oh so pretty we're vacant We're so pretty oh so pretty we're vacant
second verse Don't ask us to attend cos we're not all there Don't pretend cos I don't care I don't believe illusions cos too much is real stop your cheap comments cos we know what we feel
chorus
post chorus
G E A
but now we don't care
repeat first verse
chorus
post chorus
outro: A
pretty pretty vacant
(ad lib)