Cifras
The Words That Maketh Murder

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Introducción:

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 Em                                                                                   A  G  F#m  G 
I've seen and done things I want to forget 
 Em                                                                                   A  G  F#m  G 
I've seen soldiers fall like lumps of meat,
 Em                                                                                   A  G  F#m  G 
Blown and shot out beyond belief.
 Em                                                                                   A  G  F#m  G 
Arms and legs were in the trees.
 Em                                                                                   A  G  F#m  G 
I've seen and done things I want to forget 
 Em                                                                                   A  G  F#m  G 
coming from an unearthly place,
 Em                                                                                   A  G  F#m  G 
Longing to see a woman's face,
 Em                                                                                   A  G  F#m  G 
Instead of the words that gather pace,
 Em 
The words that maketh murder.
 G 
These, these, these are the words-
 Dm                                         C 
The words that maketh murder.
 G 
These, these, these are the words-
 Dm                                         C 
The words that maketh murder.
 G 
These, these, these are the words-
 G 
Murder...
 Em 
These, these, these are the words-
             A                           G                   F#m         G 
The words that maketh murder.
 Em                                                                                     A  G  F#m  G 
I've seen and done things I want to forget 
 Em                                                                                     A  G  F#m  G 
I've seen a corporal whose nerves were shot
 Em                                                                                     A  G  F#m  G 
Climbing behind the fierce, gone sun,
 Em                                                                                     A  G  F#m  G 
I've seen flies swarming everyone,
 Em                                                                                     A  G  F#m  G 
Soldiers fell like lumps of meat.
 Em 
These are the words, the words are these.
 G 
death lingering, stunk,
 Dm                                         C 
Flies swarming everyone,
 G 
Over the whole summit peak,
 Dm                                         C 
Flesh quivering in the heat.
 G 
This was something else again.
 Dm                                         C 
I fear it cannot be explained.
 G 
The words that make, the words that make
 G           Dm  C 
Murder.
                     B                                           Gm                         Dm  C 
What if I take my problem to the United Nations?