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London Calling

Em                     C
London calling to the faraway towns
G
Now that war is declared-and battle come down
Em                     C
London calling to the underworld
G
Come out of the cupboard, all you boys and girls
Em                  C
London calling, now don't look at us
G
All that phoney beatlemania has bitten the dust
Em                    C
London calling, see we ain't got no swing
G
'cept for the ring of that truncheon thing


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Em                       G
The ice age is coming, the sun is zooming in
Em                           G
Engines stop running and the wheat is growing thin
Em                         G
A nuclear error, but I have no fear
Em                       D                 Em
London is drowning-and I live by the river



London calling to the imitation zone
Forget it, brother, an' go it alone
London calling upon the zombies of death
Quit holding out-and draw another breath
London calling-and I don't wanna shout
But when we were talking-i saw you nodding out
London calling, see we ain't got no highs
Except for that one with the yellowy eyes

Chorus