• A
  • B
  • D
  • F#
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Tono:
F# it's been a long dry season in tinderbox town
B and the ghetto cars go cruising up and down and round and round
A with tinted windows and screeching tyres
B povery likes to ride in the best disguise
F# the boys get bored, set fire to the sheds at the end of my street
B the thick black smoke rises up into the doors
A the sirens scream out across the hill
B turn into the close and the boys all swagger
B i've got no quarrel with you, brother
D but the war is getting closer
F# B D A down at the union and there we stood
F# B D A and embraced like brothers should
F# B D the fire catches when your back
A is turned
F# B D A and now we watch as the city burns
F# B D A and now we watch as the city burns
F# we used to joke about the colour of our skins
B we used to joke about the names of god
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A but now the racist cops come round
B put your cousin up against a wall little crowd gathers round and takes up sides
F# the white trash come out of their doorways and mutter
B there's a macho stand-off and sullen faces all around
A and the middle ground is washing away
B and no-one really wants it there anyway
B that's the time for pack dogs, brother
D but the war is getting closer
F# B D A down at the union and there we stood
F# B D A and embraced like brothers should
F# B D the fire catches when your back
A is turned
F# B D A and now we watch as the city burns
F# B D A and now we watch as the city burns
B D B F#
F# B D A down at the union and there we stood
F# B D A and embraced like brothers should
F# B D A down at the union and there we stood
F# B D A and embraced like brothers should
F# B D the fire catches when your back
A is turned
F# B D the fire catches when your back
A is turned
F# B D A and now we watch as the city burns
F# B D A and now we watch as the city burns
F# and now we watch as the city burns (3x) Solo:
F# A D
F# A D
F# A and i, i accuse you
D you want so much, but you give
F# nothing of your self
A and i believe you
D you want so much, but you give
F# nothing of your self End:
F# A D
F# A D F#
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Composición: Heaton, Nelson y Sullivan

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