C D Em C C D Em D C - B C G Em C D Em D C C D Tired faces scream from their bright magazines Em C With their fingernails clamped to the page C D Em D C With a look of the born to be painfully ordinary gods of a desperate age There's no story to tell, but there's a spokesperson yelling At a volume to drown out your voice Seeing justice be done, there's a change gonna come, But in secret and you won't get a choice. So to hell with the world, I still love you my girl, You've been crazy to stay by my side So let's stand and let's sing, 'cause there are beautiful things if you know the places they hide And the band's playing tunes that mean nothing to you, But you can dance better with the devil you know. All along I was taught to keep my head above the water, but I might just prefer it below Yeah, and maybe the greatest of heroes they inhabit the stories that nobody hears, And maybe the songs that could've brought you to life were not allowed to get close to your ears. So to hell with the world, I still love you my girl, You've been crazy to stay by my side, So we'll stand and we'll sing, 'cause there are beautiful things if you know the places they hide B C G Em And they'll hide from you darling, they will, far away from the changing regimes, C D Em D C There's a light, there's a right, tonight isn't as dark as it seems So when victory comes at too heavy a price, well there's honour in choosing defeat Like the boy who was given the keys to the world and decided to sleep on the street So to hell with the world, oh, I still love you my girl, You've been crazy to stay by my side, So let's stand and let's sing, and there are beautiful things if you know the places they hide...
