The Funeral accords par
Chris Difford
Chris Difford

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

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