Aztec Camera & Mick Jones... Good Morning Britain Chords
Tempo:
119.95 bpm
Chords used:
E
F#
B
A
C#
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret

Jam Along & Learn...
[D#] [E]
[A]
[F#] [B] [A] [E]
[A] [E]
Shot a bullet in parochial, [G#m] ten long years we still got her.
[A] due and still, worried about it later.
[E] windows are, the windows are, windows are closed, so deep and so easy,
them all recover, shall not pass this easy shame.
[A]
[F#] [B] [A] [E]
[A] [E]
Shot a bullet in parochial, [G#m] ten long years we still got her.
[A] due and still, worried about it later.
[E] windows are, the windows are, windows are closed, so deep and so easy,
them all recover, shall not pass this easy shame.
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E
F#
B
A
C#
E
F#
B
[D#] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ [B] _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
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_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Shot a bullet in _ _ _ parochial, [G#m] ten long years we still got her.
Paid taxes, _ _
[A] _ due and still, worried about it later.
[F#m] And the [E] windows are, the windows are, windows are _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
closed, so deep and so easy,
still to be honest, mom.
Let them all recover, shall not _ pass this easy shame.
The Catholic boy, when he eyes his gun like a rich man's [C#] toy,
killing [E] more than Catholic [A] joy.
Death is [E] not a stranger, the Catholics are out for the counter one day.
The last thing's worth is money, [C#m] the White House is [E] not a harbor.
[A] All these sons are [E] leaving home, dear, in the hills and the mountains and far away.
You can hear the song of [C#] democracy, the echo [B] of our intent.
[A] Let them all recover, [E] _ _
_ _ shall _ _ not pass this easy _ _ shame. _ _ _
_ [A] Smuggle, _ _ _ _ [E] fair _ game, _ _ _ for the last _ _ _ _ time, for the _ _ last time. _ _
[A] _ _ You _ won't [E] make it right. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] It's not a fixing where you [F#] go, it's race and creed and color.
All these cells can stick my [A#m] way, on the underground, some [B] will go.
Pictures in black on printed pages, I scan a [F#] little dollar.
But it makes me a pleasant man, when I'm in my home, make my [B] stand.
Make me close to be a [F#] man, and you own the trade.
Love is international, if you stand or if you fall, just [B] let them know you gave your all.
What we've had is [F#] made of _ _ past.
_ It's easy _ _ _ shame. _ _
[B] Smuggle, _ _ _ _ fair [F#] _ _ game, _ _ _ for the last _ _ _ time.
For the last recovery. _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ Good _ morning, [F#] great time. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's easy _ shame. _ _ _ _
[B] Smuggle, _ _ _ _ fair [F#] _ game, _ _ _ _ for the last _ _ _ _ _ _ recovery. _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ Good _ morning, _ great time.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [A] _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ [B] _ [A] _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ [E] _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
Shot a bullet in _ _ _ parochial, [G#m] ten long years we still got her.
Paid taxes, _ _
[A] _ due and still, worried about it later.
[F#m] And the [E] windows are, the windows are, windows are _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
closed, so deep and so easy,
still to be honest, mom.
Let them all recover, shall not _ pass this easy shame.
The Catholic boy, when he eyes his gun like a rich man's [C#] toy,
killing [E] more than Catholic [A] joy.
Death is [E] not a stranger, the Catholics are out for the counter one day.
The last thing's worth is money, [C#m] the White House is [E] not a harbor.
[A] All these sons are [E] leaving home, dear, in the hills and the mountains and far away.
You can hear the song of [C#] democracy, the echo [B] of our intent.
[A] Let them all recover, [E] _ _
_ _ shall _ _ not pass this easy _ _ shame. _ _ _
_ [A] Smuggle, _ _ _ _ [E] fair _ game, _ _ _ for the last _ _ _ _ time, for the _ _ last time. _ _
[A] _ _ You _ won't [E] make it right. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] It's not a fixing where you [F#] go, it's race and creed and color.
All these cells can stick my [A#m] way, on the underground, some [B] will go.
Pictures in black on printed pages, I scan a [F#] little dollar.
But it makes me a pleasant man, when I'm in my home, make my [B] stand.
Make me close to be a [F#] man, and you own the trade.
Love is international, if you stand or if you fall, just [B] let them know you gave your all.
What we've had is [F#] made of _ _ past.
_ It's easy _ _ _ shame. _ _
[B] Smuggle, _ _ _ _ fair [F#] _ _ game, _ _ _ for the last _ _ _ time.
For the last recovery. _ _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ _ Good _ morning, [F#] great time. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _
It's easy _ shame. _ _ _ _
[B] Smuggle, _ _ _ _ fair [F#] _ game, _ _ _ _ for the last _ _ _ _ _ _ recovery. _ _ _ _ _
[B] _ _ Good _ morning, _ great time.
_ _ [F#] _ _ _ _