One Hundred Years

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[Verse 1] 0’36”
Cm                             B
It doesn’t matter if we all die
Cm                                
Ambition in the back of a black 
  B
car
Cm                                
In a high building there is so 
       B
much to do
Cm                                
Going home time a story on the 
  B
radio

[Instrumental] 1’06”
Cm   B
Cm   B

[Verse 2] 1’20”
Cm                                
Something small falls out of your 
               B
mouth, and we laugh
Cm                               
A prayer for something better, a 
B
prayer for something better
              Cm                   
Please love me, meet my mother, but
                B
 the fear takes hold
Cm                                
Creeping up the stairs in the 
                   B
dark, waiting for the death blow
                Bb
Waiting for the death blow
Bb

Bb

Bb                     Cm
Waiting for the death blow

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[Verse 3] 2’32”
Cm                                
Stroking your hair as the patriots
          B
 are shot
Cm                        
Fighting for freedom on the 
             B
television
Cm                                
Sharing the world with slaughtered
      B
 pigs
Cm                        
Have we got everything? She 
                        B
struggles to get away...
Cm                                
The pain and the creeping feeling,
           B
 a little black haired girl
Cm                                
Waiting for Saturday, the death of
             B
 her father pushing her
Cm                            
Pushing her white face into the 
          B
mirror, aching inside me and turn me
 round
Cm                                
Just like the old days, just like 
    B
the old days
              Bb
Just like the old days
Bb

Bb

Bb                 Cm
Just like the old days
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[Verse 4] 4’14”
Cm                                
Caressing an old man and painting 
            B
a lifeless face
Cm                                
Just a piece of new meat in a 
      B
clean room
Cm                                
The soldiers close in under a 
    B
yellow moon
Cm                                
All shadows and deliverance under 
            B
a black flag
Cm                                
A hundred years of blood crimson 
           B
the ribbon tightens round my throat,

I open my mouth and my
Cm                             
head bursts open, a sound like a 
        B
tiger thrashing in the water, 
thrashing in the water
Cm                                
Over and over we die one after the
  B
 other
Cm                                
Over and over we die one after the
  B
 other
              Bb
One after the other, one after the 
other

One after the other, one after the 
other

[Otro] 5’25”
                F#
It feels like a hundred years, a 
hundred years