Intro E x 4 Verse E Jocks got a vote in parochia Ten long years and he's still got her C#m B Paying tax and doing stir A B E Worry about it later E And the wind blows hard and the wind blows cold But it blows us good so we've been told C#m B Music's food 'till the art biz folds A B E Let them all eat culture Chorus E G# The past is steeped in shame A E But tomorrows fair game G# For a life that's fit for living A E Good morning Britain Verse E Twenty years and a loaded gun Funerals fear and the war ain't won C#m B Paddy's still a figure of fun A B E It lightens up the danger E And a corporal sneers at a Catholic boy And he eyes his gun like a rich man's toy C#m B He's killing more than Celtic joy A B E Death is not a stranger E Taffy's time's gonna come one day It's loud sweet voice but it won't give way C#m B A house is not a holiday A B E Your son's are leaving home Neil E In the hills and the valleys and far away You can hear the song of democracy C#m B The echo of eternity A B E With a rak - a - rak - a feel Chorus E G# The past is steeped in shame A E But tomorrows fair game G# For a life that's fit for living A E Good morning Britain Instrumental link Verse E F# From the Tyne to where the Thames does flow A# My English brothers and sisters know B It's not case of where you go F# It's race and creed and colour F# From the police cell to the deep dark grave A# On the underground's just a stop away B Don't be too black, don't be too gay F# Just get a little duller F# But in this green and pleasant land A# Where I make my home I'll make my stand B Make it cool just to be a man F# A uniform's a traitor F# Love is international A# And if you stand or if you fall B Just let them know you gave your all F# Worry about it later Chorus F# A# The past is steeped in shame B F# But tomorrows fair game F# A# For a life that's fit for living B F# Good morning Britain F# A# The past is steeped in shame B F# But tomorrows fair game F# A# For a life that's fit for living B F# Good morning Britain