The Funeral accords par
Chris Difford
Chris Difford

N/A
Tonalité : F major
Verse 1
D
Dm
We don't mind the smell
D
and we're used to all the rats,
G
D
so damp that I just can't sleep.
It's like heaven and hell with
the whites and the blacks
G
D
and the trash just stays in the street.
F#m
In our neighbourhood
Bm
we don't care for the rich
F#m
Bm
and our coun cillor, he's the son of a
F#
Bm
A time to stand and reach much higher
F#
Bm
He was ten and I was almost eight
F#
Bm
He called my friend a dirty liar
F#
Bm
D
We put our footprints upon his grave
The middle class kid
walked with his nose up high
G
D
He was clean with his curly hair
Dm
D
Well, we cut his lip and he started to cry
G
His blood dripped everywhere
Bm
D
F#m
In our neigh bourhood
Bm
no one leads a gang
F#
F#m
We're the sort of boys
Bm
you won't understand
F#
Bm
A time to stand and reach much higher
F#
Bm
He was ten and I was almost eight
F#
Bm
F#
He called my friend a dirty liar
Bm
We put his footprints on his grave
F#
D
But we dragged him down
to where the river
G
D
Meets the smelly drains in the wall
G
Well, he made no sound as we tied his feet
D
and he looks so sad and small
F#m
In our neighborhood when it's
Bm
late late at night.
F#m
You think it's a cat when a baby

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