Tom: E
Introdução:
C#m B(E
Economic downturn you can get a job
C#m B
Apologetic parents you can get a job
C#m B
Sometimes I'm feeling just like Cupid with a bow and arrow
C#m B
And I'm firing it at people who remain too shallow
C#m B
In the B.R.I.T.I say British Isles
C#m B
The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild
C#m B(E
Terror on the pavement, panic in the street
C#m B
Tension in the twisted silence of our sheets
C#m B
Sometimes I lie awake for hours, feeling so synthetic
C#m B
While my eyes are screaming out for something way more epic
C#m B
It's the B.R.I.T.I say British Isles
C#m B
The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild
C#m
Terribly bold they try so hard
B
Never look up to see the stars
C#m B
In the B.R.I.T.I say British Isles
C#m
Leeds screaming, Bristol torn
B
Belfast and Hull forlorn
C#m
Oxford dreaming in denial
B
With all it's gleaming spires
C#m
Stoke bleeding, Glasgow yawns
B
Dundee and Cardiff mourn
C#m
York breaking, Sheffield cries
B
All fears are multiplied
C#m B
In the B.R.I.T.I say British Isles
C#m B
The streets are bleak, the kids are running wild
C#m
Terribly bold they try so hard
B
Never look up to see the stars
C#m B
In the B.R.I.T.I say British Isles