The Clash

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A              D                       A
The towers of London, these crumbling rocks
           D                    F#m
Reality estates that the hero's got
                  Bm                        G
And every hour's marked by the chime of a clock

      A                        D
And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds?
         A                            D
You can piss in the lifts which have broken down
         F#m                       D
You can watch from the debris the last bedroom light
       F#m                 D       A   D F#m D
We're invisible here just past midnight

A                       D                                   A
And the wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care
                      D                          F#m
Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there
             Bm              G
A giant pipe organ up in the air

       A                           D
Can't live in a home which should not have been built
        A                    D
By the bourgeois clerks who bear no guilt
         F#m                           D
When the wind hits this building this building it tilts
     F#m                 D   E       A   D A D Bm G
One day it will surely fall to the ground...

A              D                A
Fear is just another commodity here
                      D                     F#m
They sell us peeping holes to peek when we hear
               Bm                 G
A bang on the door resoundingly clear

  A                       D
Who would really want to move in here?
      A                         D
The children play faraway, the corridors are bare
      F#m                      D
This room is a cage its like captivity
        F#m                  D E A   D
How can anyone exist in such misery?
A            D    A        D  Bm G
It has been said not only here

A          D
Allianza dollars are spent
A                      D
To raise the towering buildings
A              D
For the weary bones of the workers
Bm                 G
To go back in the morning
A            D    A        D
It has been said not only here