Welcome To Hell Chords by Black Midi

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[E] Listen, the [Ab] sweet peals of moonlight induce love making on the streets tonight. _
[E] Listen, the soft purr of motorbikes _ ready to strike up the night light.
So don't tell me [Bb] of your troubles, [Eb] your emotional [A] grief.
[E] _ [Bb] Take in the sights, this is [Eb] shore [A] leave. _
[E] Don't talk of [Bb] true love, [Eb] _ unscrew your [A] frown.
[E] Enjoy the [Bb] entertainments of [Eb] night time town.
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[Em] _ Experience the red rooms, the green tables, the souvenirs, make memories, haunting of fables. _ _
[Gb] The [Db] gallant [E] mist of [Db] red-blooded [G] chivalry [Ab]
[Em] instilled in basic training. _ _ _ _
_ _ My standing [Gb] in line today is [Dbm] the pure ablaze of [Gb] among the saints.
Go [Dbm] get them, son, now [Gb] your life begins.
[A] Die for your [C] country, does not win a [A] war.
[Em] To kill for your country [Am] is what [Em] wins a war.
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Don't _ [Bb] tell your [Eb] name, don't ask for [A] hers.
[E] In this [Bb] land of oysters, [Eb] you are the [A] work.
[E] The [Bb] painless, plainness [Eb] of military [A] life, _
[E] resumes [Bb] tomorrow [Eb] night.
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[E] _ [C] Not [E] _ [Bb] _ _ [F] _ _
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[E] _ for you, it would [Em] have been cholera, malaria, [E] or some eastern disease. _ _
Forget about it, son, [Em] a slap is all you need.
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[Cm] Withdraw, we've seen it all.
It was much worse, son, [N] the massacres of ages, too many to recall. _ _
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[E] Limp-shrinkered birds at the speed [Bm] they flew off.
A soup nothingness that once was your best friend. _
[E] Motherless children and pimpless widows.
The wild, the useless, the dead, the unfamiliar. _
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[N] _ _ Seven fucks on St.
Isidore, [C] lucky I don't shoot on the spot.
_ Bullets were made for men like [F] you, the [Gm] infidel idiots, [Dm] gods for [Em] gods. _
Tonight you decide which corner takes residence, which [B] room looms forever in your [C] mind.
[N] But now you're on your own, we don't need men [F] like _ you. _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [E] Tonight you [Bb] decide [Eb] which corner takes [A] residence, [E] which room looms [Bb] forever in your [Eb] mind.
_ _ [A] [E] But now you're on [Bb] your own, [Eb] we don't need men [A] like you.
[E] Ivan, [Bb] Preston, Van [Eb] Gogh, _ [A] hereby [E] discharge! _ _ _
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