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 A the fire catches when your back 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 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 A the fire catches when your back 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 A the fire catches when your back is turned F# B D A the fire catches when your back 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 F# you want so much, but you give nothing of your self A and i believe you D F# you want so much, but you give nothing of your self End: F# A D F# A D F#
