Dead Leg

Tom:
C#m: (2x)
F#m: 244222
A: (2x)
E: 022100
C#m     A       E     A
You have grown up.
              E               A
Smoke-stack shadows in your eyes.
            E               A
And with annual courtroom ties,
      E                    A
Cigarette burns in your clothes,
        E                 A
Sugar spoons and frozen toes.
C#m     A    E      A      E       A
And as for love;
C#m    A          E      A
Oh God, you farce.
            E                  A
Taught and brought up on your verse.
           E               A
Breaking rank deserves a curse.
E       A     E
Go home now son.
        E                 A
I've forbidden what you love.
            E                     A
Break your own glass with your glove.
F#m - A - C#m
         E     A          E        A
So you make blue the air.
           E                  A
And with hands, in pockets, clenched;
           E             A
Swear to brutalise his wench,
           E               A
Burn some holes into his floor,
       E               A
Maybe petrol bomb his door.
F#m
Maybe not.
E
Maybe not.
C#m                  E        A
'Cause that's youth today;
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They will fall on anyone in the name of having fun
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Or is it pressure from you peers?
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As the cries fall on deaf ears.
             F#m
What have I done?
              E      A      E     A
What have I done?