Verse C They say it ain’t safe to go out anymore, Em So the police station has bolted up the door, Am The floor’s full of torn up betting stubs, F They put televisions in my favourite pubs, C So our homes get bulldozed, no-one watches, Em They want soap operas and not soap boxes, Am This town has left me high and dry, F But I’ll be here til the day I die. Pre-chorus Dm They tell me I’m just pissed off, Am Yeh maybe I’m pissed off, F I’d rather be pissed off, G Than be pissed on. Chorus C Em Am So if the world burns down outside, F And they battle on the frontline, C Em My darling I’ll hold on tight, Am F My darling I’ll hold on tight. C Em Am As the world burns down outside, F And they battle on the frontline, C Em My darling I’ll hold on tight, Am F My darling I’ll hold on tight. Verse C We beg for another show we can watch til we’re sick, Em Just like a donkey chasing a carrot on a stick, Am Watching our lives filmed in a soft focus, F With abracadabra and hocus pocus, C One billion channels and there’s still nothing on, Em Am The television will not be revolutionised, the announcer says, F “And now for something completely indifferent.” Bridge Dm Cos I demand my rock ‘n’ roll with blood, sweat and tears, Am And I demand my reggae to cause bleeding in my ears, F I demand my punk rock to start a revolution, G I demand my hardcore to sound like an execution, Dm I demand soundsystems on the streets playing the loudest tracks, Am I demand no rent, no bills, no council tax, F I demand love that isn’t measured by the relationships of characters on Friends, G Or the words to some dire R&B song about what a good man, what a mighty mighty good is. Chorus C Em Am So as the world burns down outside, F And they battle on the frontline, C Em My darling I’ll hold on tight, Am F My darling I’ll hold on tight.
