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The Sound Of The Markets Crashing - Will Varley

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Primeiro acorde: A 4 acordes identificados

Intro: A D A D A

verse 1

D A

I've been looking for something to hang on to

D A

Looking underneath the sunset of red, orange and blue

D A

As the skies turn black and the winds gently cool

D A

I see nothing in the distance 'cept the burning of fuel

D A

Which rolls out of the wires and then into our brains

D A

Fills our children's minds with regret and with shame

D A

Till they're dreaming of things which they can't understand

D A

And they're standing in nightclubs with knives in their hands

[Refrão] D A

So parliament's hung, I say hang them in chains

D A

Try them for murder and capital gains and

D A

Don't let them down 'til their eyes fill with tears

F#m G#m A

And the sound of the markets crashing

D A

verse 2

D A

But I don't really care see I don't really mind

D A

Cuz there's nothing but hounds in the election line

D A

As for the edges of these oceans so deep

D A

I say open the gates this land is not ours to keep

D A

Because borders they are nothing except a fence around a hole

D A

Where the thieves keep all of the jewels that they stole

D A

And the walls of Westminster they are painted with blood

D A

And they shine with the souls of the slaves that we rob

[Refrão] D A

And the businessman's empire now lies cold in the mud

D A

And he can't ask for forgiveness because he doesn't have a god,

D A

Except the money in his pockets and his first true love

F#m G#m A

And the sound of the markets crashing

D A

verse 3

D A

Well I'm heading for the hills, I'm selling my TV

D A

Because I'm tired of being told to buy things I don't need

D A

And I know they will accuse me of apathy

F#m G#m A

But my feet were made for walking

[Refrão] D A

And I'm not coming back until they see what we are

D A

Just a lost little species who stares at the stars

D A

No I'm not coming back until there's nothing at all,

F#m G#m A

Except the sound of the markets crashing

F#m G#m A

Except the sound of the empire crashing

F#m G#m A

Except the sweet sound of the markets crashing

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