Time for Heroes

                D       F#m
Did you see the stylish kids in the 
riot?
Bm                              G
Shovelled up like muck, and set 
   G     G  G
the night on fire.
G  G    D                      
Wombles bleed.  Truncheons and 
F#m
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 the bush, you 
      G              A
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               F#m              
Ah the scene is obscene, time'll 
         Bm                 G
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...
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 
  F#m
they hope stakes are down,
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          Bm                   
It's these ignorant faces, they 
 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.
                     F#m
The whole scene is obscene,
                    Bm             
Time will strip it away, a year and
   G
 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 
  F#m
were born,
             G                    
And that's a class of our own, my 
A
love.
  G                    A
A class of our own, my love.


[Solo]

   D       F#m     Bm       G     
E|--------------------------------
B|---7-5-7---7-5-7---7-5-7--8-8-8-
G|-7-------6-------4--------------
D|--------------------------------
A|--------------------------------
E|--------------------------------

E|------| 
B|8-7-5-| 
G|------| 
D|------| 
A|------| 
E|------| 


   D       F#m     G           
E|-------------------------------
B|---7-5-7---7-5-7--------5-7--8-
G|-7-------6-------44--77--------
D|-------------------------------
A|-------------------------------
E|-------------------------------
  A
E|--------| 
B|8-8-8-5-| 
G|--------| 
D|--------| 
A|--------| 
E|--------| 


   D             F#m         Bm    
E|---------------2-0---------7--5-
B|-------3---3-------3---3--------
G|---2-4---4---4-------4---4------
D|-4------------------------------
A|--------------------------------
E|--------------------------------
            G 
E|-2--0------1-1-1-1-0-| 
B|-------3-------------| 
G|---------4-----------| 
D|---------------------| 
A|---------------------| 
E|---------------------| 


   G                         F#m   
E|-------------------------------
B|-3---3---3---3---3---3---3-----
G|---4---4---4---4---4---4-------
D|---------------------------4-3-
A|-------------------------------
E|-------------------------------
                G               
E|----------------------------------
B|----------------77777777-88888888-
G|----------------------------------
D|2-0---0---0-----------------------
A|----2---2---2---------------------
E|----------------------------------
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D
Ahh, ah,
F#m
Ahh, ah,
Bm            G G G G G G
Ahh, ah ahh ahhh.
D
Ahh, ah,
F#m
Ahh, ah,
G              A
Ah, ah ahh ahhh.
                D       F#m
Did you see the stylish kids in the 
riot?
Bm                              G
Shovelled up like muck, and set 
   G     G  G
the night on fire.
G  G    D                      
Wombles bleed.  Truncheons and 
F#m
Shields,
           G              A
You know I cherish you my love.
      G              A      A  A 
And I cherish you my love.
 A  D