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
Start Jamming...
[D#] [E]
[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#]
[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#]
Key:
E
F#
B
A
C#
E
F#
B
[D#] _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [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#] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ [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#] _ _ _ _