F#
it's been a long dry season in tinderbox town
      B
and the ghetto cars go cruising up and down and round and round
 A
with tinted windows and screeching tyres
 B
povery likes to ride in the best disguise
      F#
the boys get bored, set fire to the sheds at the end of my street
 B
the thick black smoke rises up into the doors
      A
the sirens scream out across the hill
      B
turn into the close and the boys all swagger


      B
i've got no quarrel with you, brother
      D
but the war is getting closer


F#          B            D      A
down at the union and there we stood
F#      B          D          A
and embraced like brothers should
F#        B                D          A
the fire catches when your back is turned
F#          B              D      A
and now we watch as the city burns
F#          B              D      A
and now we watch as the city burns


F#
we used to joke about the colour of our skins
B
we used to joke about the names of god
A
but now the racist cops come round
                     B
put your cousin up against a wall

little crowd gathers round and takes up sides
F#
the white trash come out of their doorways and mutter
 B
there's a macho stand-off and sullen faces all around
 A
and the middle ground is washing away
 B
and no-one really wants it there anyway


 B
that's the time for pack dogs, brother
 D
but the war is getting closer


F#          B            D      A
down at the union and there we stood
F#      B          D          A
and embraced like brothers should
F#        B                D          A
the fire catches when your back is turned
F#          B              D      A
and now we watch as the city burns
F#          B              D      A
and now we watch as the city burns


B  D  B  F#

F#          B            D      A
down at the union and there we stood
F#      B          D          A
and embraced like brothers should
F#          B            D      A
down at the union and there we stood
F#      B          D          A
and embraced like brothers should
F#        B                D          A
the fire catches when your back is turned
F#        B                D          A
the fire catches when your back is turned
F#          B              D      A
and now we watch as the city burns
F#          B              D      A
and now we watch as the city burns
F#          
and now we watch as the city burns (3x)

Solo:
F#  A  D

F#  A  D

 F#             A
and i, i accuse you
            D                              F#
you want so much, but you give nothing of your self
             A
and i believe you
            D                              F#
you want so much, but you give nothing of your self

End:
F#  A  D

F#  A  D    F#