Dead city
A - G - A (2x)
+ A - G -
A (2x)
A G A A G A
1. This dead city longs to be,
A G A A G A
this dead city longs to be free.
D G A D
G A
Seven
screaming horses melt down in the sun,
D G A D G A
building scenes on empty dreams and smoking them one by one.
A G A A G A
2. This dead city longs to be,
A G A A G A
this dead city longs to be living.
D G A
D G A
Is it any
wonder there's squalor in the sun,
D G A
with their broken schemes and their lotteries,
D G A
they never will get nowhere.
+ A -
G - A (4x)
D G A
D G A
+ Is it any wonder they're spitting at the sun,
D G
A
God's
parasites in abandoned sites,
D G A
and they never have much fun.
+ A -
G - A (4x)
A
G A A G A
3. If I was a blind man would you see for me,
A G A
or would you confuse the nature of my blues,
A G A
and refuse a hand to me.
D G
A D G
A
Is it any
wonder crying in the sun ?
D G
A D G
A
Is it any
wonder I'm crying in the sun ?
D G A
Well, I
built my dreams on your empty scenes,
D G
A
now I'm burning them one by one.
A G A A G A
4. This damn city, this dead city,
A G
A A G A
immortal city, motor city.
A G A A G A
A
G A A G A
Success
city, longs to be, longs to be, longs to be
A - G - A
Free !
A - G - A
Free !
A - G - A - A - G - A
Free !
(Patti
Smith)