Time for Heroes

A  A                  D       
   Did you see the stylish kids in 
F#m
the riot

Bm                              G
Shovelled up like muck, and set 
   G     G  G
the night on fire.

        D                    
Wombles bleed, truncheons and 
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shields,

           G              A
You know I cherish you my love.

              D                   
But there's a rumour spread nasty 
F#m
disease around town,

Bm                           G    
Caught round the houses with your 
G   G    G
trousers down.

G G    D            F#m        
A head rush, in (Shepherd's) 
      G              A
Bush, you know I cherish you my 
love.

          G              A        
Oh, how I cherish you my love,
A  A  G#  G


                     Gm
Tell me what can you want, now 
you've got it all.

D                 D7             
Ah the scene is obscene, time'll 
         G                  E
strip it away, a year and a day.

         A
And Bill Bones, Bill Bones knows 
what I mean,

              D            F#m
He knows it's eating, it's chewing 
me up,

             Bm                    
And it's not right for young lungs 
      G    G   G  G     G
to be coughing up blood an

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G     D                   F#m   
It's all, it's all in my hands, 
G                   A
and it's all up the walls.

        D                          
All the stale chips are up, and the
 F#m
 hope stakes are down,

          Bm                   
It's these ignorant faces, that 
 G     G    G    G     G
bring this town down.

G D                       F#m
I sighed, and sunken with pride,

  G                        A
I passed myself down on my knees,

      G                       
Yes I passed myself down on my 
 A      A  A  G#  G
knees,

                         Gm        
Now tell me what can you want, see 
              D
you've got it all.

                     D7
The whole scene is obscene,

                    G              
Time will strip it away, a year and
   E
 a day.

         A
And Bill Bones, Bill Bones knows 
what I mean.

                 D         
He knows there's fewer more 
   F#m
distressing sights,

                Bm              
Then that of an English man in a 
 G   G    G
baseball cap.

G   G     D                      
Now we'll die in the class we 
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were born,

             G                    
And that's a class of our own, my 
A
love.

  G                    A
A class of our own, my love.
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B|8-7-5-| 
G|------| 
D|------| 
A|------| 
E|------| 


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e|-------------------------------
B|---7-5-7---7-5-7--------5-7--8-
G|-7-------6-------44--77--------
D|-------------------------------
A|-------------------------------
E|-------------------------------
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e|--------| 
B|8-8-8-5-| 
G|--------| 
D|--------| 
A|--------| 
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e|-----------------------------7--
B|-------3---3---6-5-3-3---3------
G|---2-4---4---4---------4---4----
D|-4------------------------------
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E|--------------------------------
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e|5------------1-1-1-1-0-| 
B|---6--5--3-------------| 
G|-----------4-----------| 
D|-----------------------| 
A|-----------------------| 
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e|-------------------------------
B|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3-----
G|---4---4---4---4---4---4-------
D|---------------------------4-3-
A|-------------------------------
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A|----2---2---2---------------------
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D       F#m       G A
Aaaaaaa Aaaaaaa

                D       F#m
Did you see the stylish kids in the 
riot
Bm
Shovelled up like muck
G (igual ao primeiro verso)
Set the night on fire
   F#m  D                    F#m
Wombles bleed truncheons and shields
           G              A
You know I cherish you my love
      G              A
And I cherish you my love.