Tom: A
Introdução:
Am D
Freedom for the scape goat, let him rot in jail
Am D
Gloomy eyes, just pissed his heart like crucifixion nails
Am Bm/A
Shake his fists and raise his beam, he never stood a chance
Am G Bb/F F E7 Am
When the angry red mob on Fleet Street you turned your eyes to friends
Instrumental
Am D
Humble thought from Dublin chased across the waves
Am D
Your body still sharp enough to slice through every page
Am Bm/A
Destitute and beaten by the system of the crown
Am G Bb/F F E7 Am
The bitter pill you swallowed take the sweet of going down
Dm E7 Am
And looking back with a great indifference
Dm E7 Am
Looking back at the lime stone walls
Bb Am
Thinking how beauty deceived you
Dm E7
Knowing how the fools are fought
Instrumental
Am D
A golden boy in velvet landed in New York
Am D
The past was so seductive when they paid to hear you talk
Am Bm/A
Baccarat and champagne flutes, tobacco from Virginia
Am G Bb/F F E7 Am
Long before the lords and Lord granted Oscar Wilde a sinner
Dm E7 Am
Looking back on a cold, bleak winter
Dm E7 Am
Looking back on those long, dark days
Bb Am
Set like the head of Joan the Baptist
Dm E7
In the other sour May
Instrumental
Am
Don't turn around if you watch out screaming
D
Don't cry out loud, you never know who's listening
F C G7
You've seen it all the exiled Unforgiven
Bb F Am
From the stately homes of England to her prisons
Am
Looking back at the hard life
D
Looking back at the wretched war
F C G7
Taken back there for my savior
Bb F Am
Strange to think I'll miss them all
Bb F Am
Strange to thing I'll miss them all
Dm E7 Am
And looking back with a great indifference
Dm E7 Am
Looking back at the lime stone walls
Bb Am
Thinking how beauty deceived you
Dm E7
Knowing how the fools are fought
Instrumental / OUTRO