Hold On Tight
The King BluesVersion1
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Chords in this song
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They say it aint safe to go out anymore,
So the police station has bolted up the door,
The floors full of torn up betting stubs,
They put televisions in my favourite pubs,
So our homes get bulldozed, no-one watches,
They want soap operas and not soap boxes,
This town has left me high and dry,
But Ill be here til the day I die,
They tell me Im just pissed off,
Yeh maybe Im pissed off,
Id rather be pissed off,
Than be pissed on,
So if the world burns down outside,
And they battle on the frontline,
My darling Ill hold on tight,
My darling Ill hold on tight,
As the world burns down outside,
And they battle on the frontline,
My darling Ill hold on tight,
My darling Ill hold on tight,
We beg for another show we can watch til were sick,
Just like a donkey chasing a carrot on a stick,
Watching our lives filmed in a soft focus,
With abracadabra and hocus pocus,
One billion channels and theres still nothing on,
The television will not be revolutionised, the announcer says,
And now for something completely indifferent,
Cos I demand my rock n roll with blood, sweat and tears,
And I demand my reggae to cause bleeding in my ears,
I demand my punk rock to start a revolution,
I demand my hardcore to sound like an execution,
I demand soundsystems on the streets playing the loudest tracks,
I demand no rent, no bills, no council tax,
I demand love that isnt measured by the relationships of characters on Friends,
Or the words to some dire R&B song about what a good man, what a mighty mighty good
is,
So as the world burns down outside,
And they battle on the frontline,
My darling Ill hold on tight,
My darling Ill hold on tight.
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Readable chord sheet for Hold On Tight by The King Blues
They say it [C]aint safe to go out anymore, So the [Em]police station has bolted up the door, The [Am]floors full of torn up betting stubs, They [F]put televisions in my favourite pubs, So our [C]homes get bulldozed, no-one watches, They [Em]want soap operas and not soap boxes, [Am] This town has left me high and dry, [F] But Ill be here til the day I die, [Am] They tell me Im just pissed off, [F] Yeh maybe Im pissed off, [Am] Id rather be pissed off, [F] Than be pissed on, [C] So if the [Em]world burns down outs[Am]ide, And they [F]battle on the frontline, [C] My darling Ill [Em]hold on tight, [Am] My darling Ill [F]hold on tight, As the world burns down outside, And they battle on the frontline, My darling Ill hold on tight, My darling Ill hold on tight, We beg for another show we can watch til were sick, Just like a donkey chasing a carrot on a stick, Watching our lives filmed in a soft focus, With abracadabra and hocus pocus, One billion channels and theres still nothing on, The television will not be revolutionised, the announcer says, And now for something completely indifferent, Cos [Dm]I demand my rock n roll with blood, sweat and tears, And [C]I demand my reggae to cause bleeding in my ears, I demand my [Em]punk rock to start a revolution, I demand my [F]hardcore to sound like an execution, I demand [Dm]soundsystems on the streets playing the loudest tracks, I [C]demand no rent, no bills, no council tax, I demand [Em]love that isnt measured by the [F]relationships of characters on Friends, [G] Or the words to some dire R&B song about what a good man, what a mighty mighty good is, So as the world burns down outside, And they battle on the frontline, My darling Ill hold on tight, My darling Ill hold on tight.