Tramp The Dirt Down

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I saw a newspaper picture from 
     C         G
the political campaign
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A woman was kissing a child, who 
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was obviously in pain
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SHe spills w/ compassion, as that
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 young child's face in her hands 
    G
she grips
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Can you imagine all that greed 
    C                      G  
and avarice coming down on that 
     C
childs lips
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Well I hope you don't die too 
Em  D
soon
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I pray the Lord my soul to save
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Oh I'll be a good boy, I'll try 
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so hard to behave
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Because there's one thing I know,
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 I'd like to live long enough to 
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savor
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         C   Bm   Am  G   Am   
That's when they finally put 
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you in the ground
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I'll Stand on your grave and 
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tramp the dirt down
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D/F#   G(?)             D
When England was the whore of the 
world  Margaret was her madam
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   D/F#         Em(?)     G
And the future looked as brigh and 
as clear as the black tarmacadam
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Well I hope that she sleeps well 
at night, isn't haunted by every 
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tiny detail
Am                       E/G#  G
Cos when she held that lovely 
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face in her hands all she thought 
          D
was betrayal

And now the cynical ones say that it
 all ends
 the same in the long run
 Try telling that to the desperate 
father who just
 squeezed the life from his only son
 And how it's only voices in your 
head and
 dreams you never dreamt
 Try telling him the subtle 
difference between
 justice and contempt
 Try telling me she isn't angry with
 this pitiful
 discontent
 When they flaunt it in your face as
 you line up
 for punishment
 And then expect you to say "Thank 
you"
 straighten up, look proud and 
pleased
 Because you've only got the 
symptoms, you
 haven't got the whole disease
 Just like a schoolboy, whose head's
 like a tin-can
 filled up with dreams then poured 
down
 the drain
 Try telling that to the boys on 
both sides, being
 blown to bits or beaten and maimed
 Who takes all the glory and none of
 the shame

Well I hope you live long now, I 
pray the Lord
 your soul to keep
 I think I'll be going before we 
fold our arms
 and start to weep
 I never thought for a moment that 
human life
 could be so cheap
 'Cos when they finally put you in 
the ground
 They'll stand there laughing and 
tramp the
 dirt down