New Model Army - Brave new world

^DmThe thick black smoke comes rising up, ^Dmsilent in these dreams ^CThere's faces leering through the haze, ^Dmthat ripples in the heat ^DmAnd words are just some place to hide, ^Dma wall that we can run behind ^CWhen truth is itching, twisting, turning, b^Gut locked away deep down inside

^GmNo, there's nothing w^Frong here, nothing'^Ebs wrong here, nothing ^Dmat all ^GmNo, there's nothing w^Frong, nothing's wro^Ebng here, nothing at al^Dml

^DmWe sat up talking late last night, ^Dmtrying to make some sense ^CBut we were just skirting round with clever words ^DmAnd all the things that we pretend ^DmThere's guard dogs straining at the leash, w^Dmith the soldiers standing by ^CStaring into empty space b^Geyond the twisted wire

^GmNo, there's nothing w^Frong here, nothing'^Ebs wrong here, nothing ^Dmat all ^GmNo, there's nothing w^Frong, nothing's wro^Ebng here, nothing at al^Dml

^DmSo when this nightmare's over, w^Dmill you just rock me back to sleep ^DmTomorrow is another day, ^Dmpassive in their Brave New World Gm F Eb Dm Gm F Eb Dm Gm F Eb Dm