Time for Heroes

A  A                  D       F#m
   Did you see the stylish kids in the riot

Bm                              G   G     G  G
Shovelled up like muck, and set the night on fire.

        D                     F#m
Wombles bleed, truncheons and shields,

           G              A
You know I cherish you my love.

              D                   F#m
But there's a rumour spread nasty disease around town,

Bm                           G    G   G    G
Caught round the houses with your trousers down.

G G    D            F#m              G              A
A head rush, in (Shepherd's) Bush, you know I cherish you my love.

          G              A        A  A  G#  G
Oh, how I cherish you my love,

                     Gm
Tell me what can you want, now you've got it all.

D                 D7                      G                  E
Ah the scene is obscene, time'll strip it away, a year and a day.

         A
And Bill Bones, Bill Bones knows what I mean,

              D            F#m
He knows it's eating, it's chewing me up,

             Bm                          G    G   G  G     G
And it's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood an

G     D                   F#m   G                   A
It's all, it's all in my hands, and it's all up the walls.

        D                           F#m
All the stale chips are up, and the hope stakes are down,

          Bm                    G     G    G    G     G
It's these ignorant faces, that bring this town down.

G D                       F#m
I sighed, and sunken with pride,

  G                        A
I passed myself down on my knees,

      G                        A      A  A  G#  G
Yes I passed myself down on my knees,

                         Gm                      D
Now tell me what can you want, see you've got it all.

                     D7
The whole scene is obscene,

                    G                 E
Time will strip it away, a year and a day.

         A
And Bill Bones, Bill Bones knows what I mean.

                 D            F#m
He knows there's fewer more distressing sights,

                Bm               G   G    G
Then that of an English man in a baseball cap.

G   G     D                        F#m
Now we'll die in the class we were born,

             G                    A
And that's a class of our own, my love.

  G                    A
A class of our own, my love.
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D       F#m       G A
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                D       F#m
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot
Bm
Shovelled up like muck
G (igual ao primeiro verso)
Set the night on fire
   F#m  D                    F#m
Wombles bleed truncheons and shields
           G              A
You know I cherish you my love
      G              A
And I cherish you my love.