Tom: A
(The Clash) 
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                         A
And whatcha gonna do when the darkness surrounds?  
        A                            D
You can piss in the lifts which have broken down  
        F#m                       A/E          D
You can watch from the debris the last bedroom light  
        F#m               D   D/E  A   D F#m D
We're invisible here just past midnight  
  
The wives hate their husbands and their husbands don't care  

Their children daub slogans to prove they lived there  

A giant pipe organ up in the air  

You can't live in a home which should not have been built  

By the bourgeoise clerks who bear no guilt  

When the wind hits this building this building it tilts  

One day it will surely fall to the ground...  
  
Fear is just another commodity here  

They sell us peeping holes to peek when we hear  

A bang on the door resoundingly clear  

Who would really want to move in here?  

The children play faraway, the corridors are bare  

This room is a cage its like captivity  
                                  A  D
How can anyone exist in such misery?  
D              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      A
To go back in the morning  

To be strong in the morning"
A  D  A  D  A  D  Bm  G
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