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Londons Burning

Grace Petrie
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Strum
D-DU-UDU
 x 2
 (  )
 London's burning, London's burning, fetch the engines there's none left,
 London's burning, there's no learning here, it's just mindless pointless theft
And  call them home, secretary, call those children home,
the  police budget  cut a little too close  to the  bone,
And  we will not tolerate  behaviour  of this violent  sort,
it's  just not enough to cut one summer holiday short
I'm  none the wiser to what  went through people's heads,
 as they donned  their hoods and visors  and tore london  town to shreds,
 and I'm called  a sympathiser  cos I have the  cheek to ask,
 what makes girls  and boys decide to burn their  city in a mask?
   ( )  x 2
 what makes girls and boys decide to burn their city in a mask?
 London's burning, london's burning, call the coppers there's none left,
 London's burning, we're not for turning here, it's just thuggery and theft
 And call them home......
 I'm none the wiser....
 and I'm called a sympathiser when I have the cheek to ask...
 And I guess britain  was broken long before britain was broke,
 And I'm told there  is no context to a city lane  in smoke,
 there is no politics  to a youth  devoid of empathy  and hope,
 am I only  the one getting the  joke?
 I'm none the wiser....
 'citys'...

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Readable chord sheet for Londons Burning by Grace Petrie

[C] [G] [Am] [F] x 2

[C]                                            [Am]     [G]            [C]   ( [G] [C] )
London's burning, London's burning, fetch the engines there's none left,
London's burning, there's no learning here, it's just mindless pointless theft

[G]And call them home, secretary, call those [F]children [C]home,
[Am]the police budg[G]et cut a little too [F]close to the[C] bone,
[Am]And we will not [G]tolerate behavio[F]ur of this violen[C]t sort,
[G]it's just not enough to cut one summer holiday short[C]

[G]I'm none the wiser to what[F] went through people's [C]heads,
as they [Am]donned their hoods and vi[G]sors and tore london[F] town to shre[C]ds,
and I'm [Am]called a sympathi[G]ser cos I have [F]the cheek to ask[C],
what makes gir[F]ls and boys decide to burn thei[G]r city in a mask?
               [Am]                  [G]                 [F]       [C]  ([C] [G] [Am] [G]) x 2
what makes girls and boys decide to burn their city in a mask?

London's burning, london's burning, call the coppers there's none left,
London's burning, we're not for turning here, it's just thuggery and theft

And call them home......

I'm none the wiser....
and I'm called a sympathiser when I have the cheek to ask...

And I guess bri[G]tain was broken long before britain was broke[C],
And I'm told the[G]re is no context to a city lane[C] in smoke,
there is no [Am]politics to a [G]youth devoid of empat[F]hy and hope,     [C]
am I onl[G]y the one getting the[C] joke?

I'm none the wiser....
'citys'...

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