Chords for BURNT CROSS Banned from the Roxy

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Man from the rock streets, okay, I never much like playing there
Anyway, [Am] they say they only want it, well behave boys
You like bigger parts of mine, the parts are just fucking toys
Fucker, I've chosen to make my stand
Against what I feel is wrong in this [A] land
Just sitting there on their own two feet
Ah, it's beating like a swamplet
Watching the class, it's killing that fucking power
Cause the fingers on the thumb
God can't try, won't let him be regun
The truth of the reality is the wrong end of a gun
The proof of that is Belfast, and that's a fucking pun
See a Scotty, lying in the front
Knife [B]-shaved on the shank, got pressings on the face
Fiving the edges to the front door in sparse
And I got a fucking nerve to call it D [A]-Space
Seeing them defend it, it's a threat of strength
Oppressed by the privileged, accidentally left
The government protecting their profits from the poor
Who each had a fortune locked in a chain at the door
The pain that I feel, I might ask a little more
And the shit they get, shit they get, shit they get
Shit they get, shit they get, shit they get
Shit they get, shit they get, shit they get
Defends shit, it's nothing, it's a war
And no one but the government knows what the fuck it's for _ _ _
_ _ _ Oh yes, it makes me sad to say it's a defeat
May I never rush you, I know what I mean
The same fucking lies, that's the truth
That's how we have to do it, to keep our lives clean
Well [B] whose life, whose fucking life
Who the fuck am I talking to
Whose life, whose fucking life
I'll tell you one thing, it ain't me or you
And the systems guys, they're everywhere
School, I'm in church, the corporation deal
[A] A fucked up reality based on fear
A fucking conspiracy to stop you feeling real
Whenever they got me, I say they're fucking wrong
I had to really win my gun, but I got my song
Bad from the rock street, ok