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The Final Cut The Post War Dream ------------------ Bb C F Bb/F F Bb C Bb/F F

^Bb/FTell me ^Ftrue, tell me why was ^BbJesus crucified? ^CIs it for this that ^C7daddy ^Fdied?

^Bb/FWas it ^Fyou? Was it me? Did I ^Bbwatch too much T.V.?

Is that a ^Chint of accusation in your ey^Fes? ^Bb/F ^FIf it wasn't for the Nips

^F7Being so ^Bbgood at building ships, The ^Cyards would still be open ^C9on the Cl^Fyde.

And it can't be much fun for ^F7them Be^Bbneath the rising sun

With ^Call their kids committing ^C7sui^Fcide. What have we ^Bbdone, Maggie what have we d^Fone?

What have we d^Bbone to England? ^CShould we ^Fshout, should we scr^Aeam,

"What ^Bbhappened ^Bbmto the post war ^F/Cdream?" ^Dm7 ^Gm7Oh, Maggie, ^C7

Maggie ^C7+what have we ^Fdone? ^C ^Bb ^F

Your Possible Pasts -------------------

They ^Gflutter behind you your possible pa^Amsts, Some ^Cbrighteyed and crazy, some ^Dfrightened and ^Glost.

A ^Gwarning to anyone still in comm^Amand ^COf their possible ^Dfuture, to take ^Gcare.

In ^Gderelict sidings the poppies entwi^Amne With ^Ccattle trucks lying in ^Dwait for the next ^Gtime.

^EmDo you remember me, how we used to be, Do you think we shoud be ^Dcloser?

She ^Gstood in the doorway, the ghost of a smi^Amle ^CHaunting her face like a ^Dcheap hotel ^Gsign.

Her ^Gcold eyes imploring the men in their m^Amacs For the ^Cgold in their bags or the ^Dknives in their ^Gbacks.

^GStepping up boldly one put out his h^Amand. He said, "^CI was just a child then^D, now I'm only a ^Gman."

^EmDo you remember me, how we used to be, Do you think we should be ^Dcloser?

Em C Em C Em D C D Cmaj9

By the ^Gcold and religious we were taken in h^Amand Shown ^Chow to feel good and ^Dtold to feel ^Gbad.

^GStrung out behind us the banners and fl^Amags Of our ^Cpossible pasts lie in ^Dtatters and ^Grags.

^EmDo you remember me, how we used to be, Do you think we should be ^Dcloser?

One Of The Few --------------

N.C.When you're one of the few to land on your feet, What do you do to make ends meet? Teach. Make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two. Make them me, make them you, make them do what you want them to. Make them laugh, make them cry, make them lie down and die.

The Hero's Return -----------------

^DJesus, Jesus, what's it all about? Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape. When I was their age all the lights went out. There was no time to whine or mope about.

^Cmaj7And even now part of me fli^Des over ^Cmaj7Dresden at angels one five.

^DThough ^Cmaj7they'll never fathom it behind my Sarcasm desperate memories ^Dlie.

^DSweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good. 'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you. And there is something that I've locked away A memory that is too painful To withstand the light of day.

^Cmaj7When we came back from the ^Dwar the ^Cmaj7banners and Flags hung on everyone's ^Ddoor.

We ^Cmaj7danced and we sang in the street and The church bells ^Drang.

But ^Gburning in my ^Cheart, My ^Gmemory smoulders ^Con

Of the ^Ggunners dying ^Cwords on the ^Emintadd9ercom.

The Gunner's Dream ------------------ G G+ Em C G D Em

^GFloating down ^G+through the clouds ^Em/GMemories come rushing ^Cup to meet me now.

In the ^Gspace between the heavens And in the ^Dcorner of some foreign field, ^C

I had a ^Gdream, ^Em ^C I had a ^Gdream.

^GGoodbye Max, ^G+goodbye Ma. ^Em/GAfter the service when you're ^Cwalking slowly to the car

And the ^Gsilver in her hair shines in the ^Dcold November air, You ^Emhear the tolling bell, and ^Cmaj7touch the silk in your ^D/Clapel, ^C

And ^Gas the tear drops rise to meet the ^Dcomfort of the band, ^Em ^CYou take her frail ^Dhand and hold on to the dream.

G G+ Em C D G D Em D C D/C G D C G Em C Em

^GA place to stay, ^G+enough to eat, ^EmSomewhere old heroes shuffle ^Csafely down the street.

Where you can ^Gspeak out loud about your doubts and ^Dfears, And what's more ^Emno-one ever disappears,

You never hear their standard issue ^Cmaj7kicking in your door. ^GYou can relax on ^Dboth sides of the tracks,

And maniacs ^Emdon't blow holes in ^Cbandsmen by remote cont^D7/Crol, And ^Geveryone has recourse to the ^Dlaw,

And ^Cno-one kills the children any^Gmore. ^Em ^CNo-one kills the children anymore. ^G

^CNight after ni^Dght, going ^Ground and ^Dround my ^Embrain, ^D His ^Cdream is ^Ddriving me in^Gsane___________________.

In the ^Gcorner of some foreign field, The ^Dgunner sleeps tonight.

^EmWhat's done is done. ^C ^D/C We ^Gcannot just write off his final ^Dscene.

^CTake heed of his ^Gdream, ^Em ^CTake heed. ^Em

Paranoid Eyes -------------

^GButton your lip and ^Cdon't let the shield slip. ^G Take a fresh grip on your ^Cbullet proof ^Gmask.

^CAnd if they try to break down your disguise with their ^Gquestions ^D ^C You can ^Ghide, ^Dhide, ^Chide, ^G/B ^Am ^D ^Am

Behind paranoid ^Geyes.

You put ^Gon our brave face and slip ^Cover the road for a ^Gjar, Fixing your grin as you ^Ccasually lean on the ^Gbar.

^CLaughing too loud at the rest of the world With the ^Gboys ^Din the ^Ccrowd.

You ^Ghide, ^Dhide, ^Chide, ^Am ^D ^Am Behind petrified ^Geyes.

C G C G C G Em D Am G

You be^Glieved in their stories of ^Cfame, fortune and ^Gglory. Now you're lost in a haze of a^Clchohol soft middle ^Gage.

The ^Cpie in the sky turned out to be miles too ^Ghigh. ^D ^C And you ^Ghide, ^Dhide, ^Chide, ^Am ^D ^Am

Behind brown and mild eyes. Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert ----------------------------------- G C D G

^GBrezhnev took Afghanistan. ^CBegin took Beirut.

^DGaltieri took the Union ^GJack. And ^GMaggie, over lunch one day,

Took a ^Ccruiser with all hands Ap^Dparently to make him give it ba^Gck.

Mm___^C_____. ^G

The Fletcher Memorial Home --------------------------

^GTake all your overgrown ^Cinfants away, ^G/Bsome^Amwhere, And build them a ^Dhome, a little ^Bb+place of their ^Bmown. ^A/C#

^DThe ^EmFletcher Memorial ^CHome for incurable ^Dtyrants^Em7 ^D/F#and ^Gkings. ^C And ^Gthey can appear to them^Cselves every day, ^G/B ^Am

On closed circuit ^DT.V. to make ^Bb+sure they're still ^Bmreal. ^A/B ^Bm ^CIt's the only connec^Dtion they ^Emfeel.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome ^Cmaj7Reagan and Haig, Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. ^DThatcher and Paisley,

Mr. ^Cmaj7Brezhnev and party, the ghost of McCarthy, The memories of Nixon. And ^Dnow adding colour,

A ^Ggroup of anonymous ^D/F#Latin-American meat ^Cpacking glitterati."

^EmDid they expect us to treat them with any res^Dpect? They can ^Gpolish their ^D/F#medals and ^Csharpen their smiles,

And a^Gmuse themse^D/F#lves playing ^Cgames for a while. ^GBoom boom^D/F#, bang bang, ^Clie down you're ^Emdeaadd9d.

G D/F# Em D/F# G D/F# Em D Cmaj7 D G D/F# C D G D/F# Cmaj7 D G D/F# Cmaj7 Em add9

^GSafe in the permanent ^Cgaze of a cold ^G/Bglass ^Ameye, With their favorite ^Dtoys, they'll be ^Bb+good girls and ^Bmboys.

^A/C#In ^Dthe ^EmFletcher Memorial ^CHome for colonial ^Dwasters of ^Em7life ^D/F#and ^Glimb. ^D/F#Is everone in? ^CAre you ^Ghaving ^D/F#a nice ^Ctiadd9me?

Now the ^D/F#final so^Clution can be ap^Empliadd9ed.

Southampton Dock ----------------

^FThey disembarked in 45, ^BbAnd no-one spoke and no-one smiled

^CThere were to many spaces in the li^Fne.

Gathered at the cenotaph

^BbAll agreed with the hand on heart, ^CTo sheath the sacrificial knive^Fs.

But now she ^Fstands upon Southampton dock With her ^Bbhandkerchief

And her summer frock ^Cclings To her wet body in the rai^Fn.

In quiet desperation knuckles

^BbWhite upon the slippery reins She ^Cbravely waves the boys goodbye aga^Fin.

Mm__^Bb____. ^Bbm ^F

^BbAnd still the dark stain spreads between His ^Fshoulder blades.

^BbA mute reminder of the ^Fpoppy fields and graves. ^F7 ^Gm7 ^F7And ^Bbwhen the fight was ^Cover ^Dm7 ^C7/E

We ^Fspent what ^Am7they had ^Dmmade. But ^Gm7in the bottom of our hearts

We felt the final ^Fcut.

The Final Cut -------------

^FThrough the fish-eyed lens of tear stained ^F/Ceyes__^C__ Bb add9 F I can barely define the shape of this moment in time.

And ^Ffar from flying high in clear blue ^F/Cskies_^C__, Bb add9 F I'm spiralling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

^BbIf you negotiate the ^Fminefield in the drive, ^BbAnd beat the dogs and cheat the cold ^Felectronic eyes,

^BbAnd if you ^Cmake it past the shot^Dmgun in the hall, ^Gm7Dial the combination, open the priesthole

/C F And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.

^AmThere's a kid who had a big hallucina^Ftion ^AmMaking love to girls in maga^Czines.

He ^Bbwonders if you're sleeping with your ^Dmnew found faith. ^Gm7Could anybody love him

Or is it just a /Ccrazy dream_^F__? ^F/C ^C ^Bb add9 ^F

And ^Fif I show you my dark ^Cside Will you still hold ^Bbme to^Fnight?

And ^Fif I open my ^Cheart to you And show you my weak ^Bbside,

What would you ^Fdo? ^BbWould you sell your story to Rolling ^FStone?

^BbWould you take the children away ^FAnd leave me alone?

And ^Bbsmile in reas^Csurance As you ^Dmwhisper down the phone,

^Gm7Would you send me packing, /C F Or would you take me home?

Am F Am C Bb Dm Gm7 /C F

^AmThought I oughta bare my naked feel^Fings, ^AmThought I oughta tear the curtain ^Cdown.

I ^Bbheld the blade in trembling hands, Pre^Dmpared to make it but ^Gm7just then the phone rang,

I never had the nerve to make the final ^Gcut. ^C ^Bb add9 ^F

Not Now John ------------

^G*** all that we've g^Dot to get on with these ^Em ^GGotta compete with the ^Dwily Japane^Emse.

There's ^Gtoo many home fires ^Dburning And not enough ^Emtrees,

So ^G*** all that We've ^Dgot to get on with these. ^Em

Can't stop Lose job Mind gone Silicon What bomb Get away Pay day Make hay Break down Need fix Big six

Clickity click Hold on Oh no Brrrrrrrrrring ^Gbingo! ^D ^Em

^C/EMake 'em laugh. ^EmMake 'em cry. ^D/EMake 'em dance in the aisles. ^Em ^C/EMake 'em pay. ^EmMake 'em stay. ^D/EMake'em feel o^Emk.

^GNot nah John We've ^Dgot to get on with the ^Emfilm show. ^G

Hollywood ^Dwaits at the end of the ^Emrainbow. ^GWho cares what it's a^Dbout

As long as the ^Emkids go. ^GNot now John

^DGot to get on with the ^Asusshow.

^GHang on John we've ^Dgot to get on with this. ^Em I ^Gdon't know what it is

But it ^Dfits on here like..^Em... ^GCome at the end of the ^Dshift,

We'll go and get ^Empissed. But ^Gnow now John

I've ^Dgot to get on with this.

^C/EHold on John I think there's ^Emsomething good on.

I ^D/Eused to read books but..^Em... It ^C/Ecould be the news,

Or some ^Emother abuse, Or it ^D/Ecould be reusable ^Emshows.

^G*** all that we've g^Dot to get on with these ^Em ^GGot to compete with the wi^Dly Japane^Emse.

^GNo need to worry a^Dbout the Vietnam^Emese. ^GGot to bring the Russian b^Dear to his kn^Emees.

Well, ^Gmaybe not the Russian ^Dbear, Maybe the ^EmSwedes.

We ^Gshowed Argentina Now ^Dlet's go and show the^Emse.

^GMake us feel tough And ^Dwouldn't Maggie be ^Empleased?

^GNah nah nah nah nah nah nah! ^D ^Em

Two Suns In The Sunset ---------------------- D A G A D

^DIn my rear view mirror the ^Gsun is going down, ^A ^DSinking behind bridges in the ^Groad ^A ^D

And I ^Gthink of all the good ^Athings That ^Dwe have ^Aleft un^Gdone

^D/F#And I ^Emsuffer premonitions, ^BmConfirm suspicions,

^EmOf the holocaust to ^Acome. ^D ^A ^G ^A

^DThe wire that holds the cork That ^Gkeeps the anger in, ^A

^DGives way And suddenly it's ^Gday again. ^A ^D

The ^Gsun is in the eas^At Even ^Dthough the ^Aday is ^Gdone. ^D/F#

^EmTwo suns in the sunset ^BmHmmmmmmmmmm

^EmCould be the human race is ^Arun. A D A G A D A G A D

^BmLike the moment when the brakes ^Alock ^BmAnd you slide towards the big truck

You ^Gstretch the frozen ^Amoments with your ^Dfear. ^BmAnd you'll never hear their voic^Aes,

^BmAnd you'll never see their faces, ^GYou have no ^Arecourse to the law ^Danymo^Are.

G A D A G A D

^DAnd as the windshield melts ^GMy tears eveaporate, ^A

^DLeaving only charcoal to de^Gfend. ^A ^D ^GFinally I un^Aderstand the ^Dfeelings ^Aof the ^Gfew. ^D/F#

^EmAshes and diamonds, ^BmFoe and friend,

^EmWe were all equal in the ^Aend. D A G A D A G A

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