Richard Thompson - When we were boys at school

^BmAll he ^Emever wanted to do was ^F#7harm ^BmAll he ^Emever wanted to be was ^F#7cruel At ^Bmtwelve years ^Dold Fate ^Amarked his ^Embrow And he^Bm said, I ^Dhave a ^Amission ^Emnow But we ^Gmaj7laughed at his ^F#m7clothes And the ^Gmaj7blackheads round his ^F#m7nose When we were ^Bboys at school Teachers spoke of Hannibal and Hector Nimrod and Nietzsche were his fuel Swastikas and pentagrams Flourished from his tender hands But we watched in the rain As the bully beat him up again When we were boys at school

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^BmAll he ^Emever wanted to do was ^F#7harm ^BmAll he ^Emever wanted to be was ^F#7cruel And ^Bbmsometimes ^C#when the ^G#night is ^D#mstill I can ^Bbmfeel the ^C#gathering ^G#of his ^D#mwill I can ^Bmfeel him ^Dflex the ^Astrings of ^Empower And ^Bmgrope to ^Dhis ap^Apointed ^Emhour But we ^Gmaj7laughed at the ^F#m7dirt And the ^Gmaj7frayed cuffs on his ^F#m7shirt When ^Cwe were boys at ^C7school