The Clash - Something about england

^CThey say immigrants steal ^Fthe hubcaps Of the re^Dm9spected ^Amgentlemen They ^Fsay it would be wine an' roses ^DIf England were for Englishmen agai^Cn

^CWell I saw a dirty overcoat At the ^Amfoot of the pillar of the road ^G7Propped inside was an old man Whom ^Amtime would not erode When the ^Cnight was snapped by sirens Those ^Amblue lights circled fast The ^G7dancehall called for an' ambulance The ^Ambars all closed up fast My^C silence gazing at the ceiling While^Am roaming the single room I though^G7t the old man could help me ^CIf he could explain the gloom Y^Amou really think it's all new Yo^G7u really think about it too ^AmThe old man scoffed as he spoke to me I^C'll tell you athing or two

^CI missed the fourteen-eight^Feen war But ^Amnot ^Emthe sorrow af^Amterwards With my ^Dmfather dead and my mother ran ^Foff My ^Cbrothers took the pay of hood^Gs ^CThe twenties turned the nor^Fth was dead Th^Ame hu^Emnger strike c^Amame marching south At^Dm the garden party not a word w^Fas said T^Che ladies lifted cake to thei^Gr mouths

The ^Cnext war began and my ship sailed ^AmWith battle orders writ in bed In ^G7five long years of bullets and shells We ^Amleft tem million dead The ^Cfew returned to old Piccadily We ^Amlimped around Leicster Square The ^G7world was busy rebuilding itself The ^Amarchitects could not care But^C how could we know when I was young ^AmAll the canges that were to come? ^G7All the photos in the wallets on the battlefield ^CAnd now the terror of the scientific sun ^AmThere was masters an' servants an' servants an' dogs ^G7They taught you how to touch your cap ^AmBut through strikes an' famine an' war an' peace ^CEngland never closed this gap

So ^Cleave me now the moon ^Fis up But re^Ammem^Ember all the tales ^AmI tell The ^Dmmemories that you have dredged ^Fup Are on ^Cletters forwarded from hell

The^C streets were by now d^Feserted The ga^Amngs^Em had trudged off h^Amome The ^Dmlights clicked off in the bedsi^Fts A^Cn' old England was all alone