One Hundred Years

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[Verse 1] 0’36”
Cm                             B
It doesn’t matter if we all die
Cm                                  B
Ambition in the back of a black car
Cm                                       B
In a high building there is so much to do
Cm                                  B
Going home time a story on the radio

[Instrumental] 1’06”
Cm   B
Cm   B

[Verse 2] 1’20”
Cm                                               B
Something small falls out of your mouth, and we laugh
Cm                               B
A prayer for something better, a prayer for something better
              Cm                                   B
Please love me, meet my mother, but the fear takes hold
Cm                                                   B
Creeping up the stairs in the dark, waiting for the death blow
                Bb
Waiting for the death blow
Bb

Bb

Bb                     Cm
Waiting for the death blow

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[Verse 3] 2’32”
Cm                                          B
Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
Cm                                     B
Fighting for freedom on the television
Cm                                      B
Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
Cm                                                B
Have we got everything? She struggles to get away...
Cm                                           B
The pain and the creeping feeling, a little black haired girl
Cm                                             B
Waiting for Saturday, the death of her father pushing her
Cm                                      B
Pushing her white face into the mirror, aching inside me and turn me round
Cm                                    B
Just like the old days, just like the old days
              Bb
Just like the old days
Bb

Bb

Bb                 Cm
Just like the old days
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[Verse 4] 4’14”
Cm                                            B
Caressing an old man and painting a lifeless face
Cm                                      B
Just a piece of new meat in a clean room
Cm                                    B
The soldiers close in under a yellow moon
Cm                                            B
All shadows and deliverance under a black flag
Cm                                           B
A hundred years of blood crimson the ribbon tightens round my throat,

I open my mouth and my
Cm                                     B
head bursts open, a sound like a tiger thrashing in the water, thrashing in the water
Cm                                  B
Over and over we die one after the other
Cm                                  B
Over and over we die one after the other
              Bb
One after the other, one after the other

One after the other, one after the other

[Outro] 5’25”
                F#
It feels like a hundred years, a hundred years