Slayed by The Mob

Another great track off the "let the tribe increase LP" of 1982ish.  Great band.

Intro.  Bb  |  Bb   |B       |C#    B C# B

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The desert stretches across the endless piles of sand
And the compass spins round, lodged somewhere in my hand
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And while I'm searching through my soul I found at last a waterhole

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While I'm wading through bureaucratic piles of waste
Your putrid smell leaves a sweet distaste
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And while I'm searching through my soul I found at last a waterhole

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The concrete towers         erect jungle
Smashed up                    old park bench
The monuments              of sweeter days
Upon them where your    children play
Your children move,         they're puppets now
Destroying all your           sacred cows
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And while I'm searching through my soul I found at last a waterhole