The Sound Of The Markets Crashing

Will Varley

Tom original: A Capotraste: Sem capotraste Acordes: 4

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A       D     A    D       A

Verse 1

           D                       A
I've been looking for something to hang on to
          D                       A
Looking underneath the sunset of red, orange and blue
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As the skies turn black and the winds gently cool
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I see nothing in the distance 'cept the burning of fuel
       D                               A
Which rolls out of the wires and then into our brains
           D                       A
Fills our children's minds with regret and with shame
             D                              A
Till they're dreaming of things which they can't understand
             D                           A
And they're standing in nightclubs with knives in their hands

Chorus 1

       D                      A
So parliament's hung, I say hang them in chains
 D                        A
Try them for murder and capital gains and
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Don't let them down 'til their eyes fill with tears
        F#m          E      A
And the sound of the markets crashing
D   A

Verse 2

    D                           A
But I don't really care see I don't really mind
      D                                A
Cuz there's nothing but hounds in the election line
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As for the edges of these oceans so deep
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I say open the gates this land is not ours to keep
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Because borders they are nothing except a fence around a hole
          D                          A
Where the thieves keep all of the jewels that they stole
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And the walls of Westminster they are painted with blood
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And they shine with the souls of the slaves that we rob

Chorus 2

        D                             A
And the businessman's empire now lies cold in the mud
        D                                   A
And he can't ask for forgiveness because he doesn't have a god,
          D                          A
Except the money in his pockets and his first true love
         F#m          E      A
And the sound of the markets crashing
D    A

Verse 3

       D                             A
Well I'm heading for the hills, I'm selling my TV
            D                           A
Because I'm tired of being told to buy things I don't need
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And I know they will accuse me of apathy
        F#m      E        A
But my feet were made for walking

Chorus 3

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And I'm not coming back until they see what we are
        D                         A
Just a lost little species who stares at the stars
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No I'm not coming back until there's nothing at all,
            F#m          E      A
Except the sound of the markets crashing
            F#m           E    A
Except the sound of the empire crashing
           F#m                E      A
Except the sweet sound of the markets crashing

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