The Rumour Said Fire ? Desolation Mr. Foe

Intro: Bm G A D 2x

Bm                                             G             A        D
Waiting by the telephone / The line is singing dead majestic tones / 
Bm                                                 G            A    D
The humor of a cigarette / Won't ease the burns of being set to go / 

Pre-Chorus:
Bm                           
All your life you've seen it shown 
G                         D                                    A
in the park, in the alley, in the room where they left you alone / 
Bm                        
With a teenage dream that's all / 
G                   D                                        A
Of a foreign wave / You're spitting out the letters of control / 

Chorus:
Bm                      A                         D               Bm
And the streets of this city will leave you to roam / Oooahaahooh
              A                    Bm  G A D
When everyone else is going back home /

Bm                   G                           A
Desolation, Mr. Foe, is running down the citadel at home / 
Bm                                   G                             A
The queen is jumping down the street a savage heart, it's a savage heart and it roars / 

Bm
All her life she's seen it shown 
G                           D                                    A
in the street, in the alley, in the room where they left her alone / 
Bm
With a teenage dream that's all / 
G                   D                                       A
Of a foreign wave / She's spitting out the letters of control / 

Chorus  Bm G A D 2x Oooohhhh

Bridge: 2x
Bm                G               A   D
There on the lawn he feels unknown /  I need disorder /
Bm                G             A  D
Back in the trees he is a fool /   with the sons and daughters / 

Chorus

Bm                           A                  D        G
They call upon science to see where the wind blows / Oooahaahooh
G             A                    Bm
You look down and watch your hair grow / 
Bm           G            A           D
I need disorder with the sons and daughters / There by and by he turns to stone. 


Samyboy