One of the Alarms finest, (I think it sounds like the Who towards the end). This, I think, is a fair effort at this track, but I'd be willing to bet that this isn't 100% correct. I have woked this out in standard tuning but, like a lot of Alarm songs, it would have been played a semi tone down. Tune down and transpose to get open chords If anyone has the time or the inclination to improve it for me I would be very greatful There are several versions of this, this one is taken from 'in the poppy fields' (not the collected works) Please rate and comment Intro: C# G# F# C# C# F# C#, C# G# F# C# C# F# C# Verse 1:

^G#Down in the gutter of my life story, Iâm lying in a bed with a dream playing i^C#n m^G#y h^F#ead^C# ^C# ^F# ^C# ^G#Spitting blood into a test tube, I used to be half a man, I used to be ^C#use^G#ful^F# ^C# ^C# ^F# ^C# ^F#I walk with the demons and the ^C#devils, ^F#shadow boxing the ghosts of my reflection in ^C#windows ^D#mAll the pigeons and ^G#the statues are ^D#mstaring down at ^G#me At the ^F#drunk ^C#and the ^F#dis^C#order^G#ly At the ^F#drunk ^C#and the ^F#dis^C#order^G#ly

Intro (repeated): C# G# F# C# C# F# C#, C# G# F# C# C# F# C# Verse 2:

^G#Paper bag bottles in the wardrobe, ^G#stealing from the shops where I once bought my ^C#hop^G#e ^F# ^C# ^C# ^F# ^C# ^G#I'm all wrapped up in a plastic bag I'm ^G#lying still while the human race step over the ^C#rag^G#s ^F# ^C# ^C# ^F# ^C# ^F#Iâll name the names in m^C#y diatr^F#ibe, posthumously posted on m^C#y website ^D#mMilkmen and taxi ^G#drivers, ^D#mthe last men on the ^G#street And the ^F#drunk ^C#and the ^F#dis^C#order^G#ly

Chorus:

^C#Who am I, ^G#who are you, ^Bbmwho is the god that ^F#we bow down to ^C#Who are we, ^G#who are they, ^Bbmwho is the master, ^F#who is the slave^C# ^G# ^F# ^C# ^C# ^F# ^C# ^C# ^G# ^F# ^C# ^C# ^F# ^C#

Verse 3:

^G#I stepped out of the present tense, ^G#I cut the umbilical chord of reali^C#ty ^G# ^F# ^C# ^C# ^F# ^C# ^G#I donât know where this really is or where all this illusion real^C#ly ^G#beg^F#ins^C# ^C# ^F# ^C# ^F#I keep an old business card inside my ^C#shoes, an ^F#anonymous connection to the life I once ^C#used ^D#mCurtains moving in the ^G#council houses ^D#mon the grey es^G#tates Of the ^F#drunk ^C#and the ^F#dis^C#order^G#ly

Chorus:

^C#Who am I, ^G#who are you, ^Bbmwho is the god that ^F#we bow down to ^C#Who are we, ^G#who are they, ^Bbmwho is the master, ^F#who is the slave^G#

Verse 4: G# NC F# C# I am powerless, there is a greater power, as I understand it, within myself

^G#Iâm ready for cha^F#ngi^C#ng,^G# Iâm ready to ^F#be ^C#cha^G#nged, hea^F#r m^C#y v^G#oice, call and^F# be^C# called ^F#I know where the bodies have been bu^C#rie^G#d, ^F# ^C# ^F#I know things only the dead should ^C#kno^G#w ^F# ^C# ^D#mAll above me, all around ^G#me, ^D#mwithin and with^G#out Are the ^F#drunk ^C#and the ^F#dis^C#order^G#ly Are the ^F#drunk ^C#and the ^F#dis^C#order^G#ly

Ending:

^C#The drunk and the ^F#disorder^D#mly ^C#The drunk and the ^F#disorder^D#mly, hear my voice ^C#The drunk and the ^F#disorder^D#mly ^C#The drunk and the ^F#disorder^D#mly, call and be called ^C#The drunk and the ^F#disorder^D#mly ^C#The drunk and the ^F#disorder^D#mly ^C# ^F# ^C# ^G# ^F# ^C#

Alarm - The drunk and the disorderly