The Cure - One hundred years

^AIt doesn’t matte^Gr if we all d^Die ^F A^Ambition in the back of a ^Gblack car ^{D F A}In a high building there is ^Gso much to do^{D F} G^Aoing home time A ^Gstory on the radio^{D F}

^ASomething small falls ^Gout of your mouth And we ^Dlaugh ^{F A}A prayer for something bette^Gr A ^Dprayer For something ^Fbetter

Please l^Aove me Meet my ^Gmother But the ^Dfear takes hold^F C^Areeping up the stairs in the ^Gdark Waiting for the ^Ddeath ^Fblow W^Aaiting for the death ^Gblow Wa^Diting for the death ^Fblow

^AStroking your hair as the ^Gpatriots are shot^{D F A}Fighting for freedom ^Gon television^{D F A}Sharing the world with ^Gslaughtered pigs^{D F} Ha^Ave we got everyt^Ghing? She ^Dstruggles to get ^Faway . . .

^AThe pain And the creeping ^Gfeeling A ^Dlittle black haired girl^{F A}Waiting for Saturday The ^Gdeath of her father ^Dpushing her^{F A}Pushing her white face ^Ginto the mirror ^{D F A}Aching inside me And ^Gturn me round ^DJust like the old days ^FJust like the old days ^AJust like the old ^Gdays ^DJust like the old ^Fdays

^ACaressing an old man And ^Gpainting a lifeless ^Dface ^{F A}Just a piece of new meat ^Gin a clean room^{D F A}The soldiers close in ^Gunder a yellow ^Dmoon ^{F A}All shadows and deliverance ^GUnder a black flag A h^Dundred years of blood ^FCrimson The ^Aribbon tightens round my throat I ^Gopen my mouth And my ^Dhead bursts ^Fopen ^AA sound like a tiger ^Gthrashing in the water ^DThrashing in the w^Fater ^AOver and over We ^Gdie one after the ^Dother^{F A}Over and over We ^Gdie one after the ^Dother^{F A}One after the ^Gother ^DOne after the ^Fother ^AOne after the ^Gother ^DOne after the ^Fother

^AIt feels like a ^Ghundred year^Ds ^F A ^Ahundred years A ^Ghundred years A ^Dhundred years A ^Fhundred years ^AOne hundred ^Gyears^{D F}