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Introduction: Em D G (3 1 4)
C D G (3 1 4)
C D G (3 1 4)
D G D Em (2 1 1 strum)
Em D G C D G C D G
In Chocolate Town all the trains are painted brown, and the silver paper of the wrapper.
Em D G C D G
There's a dapper little man, and he wears a wax mustache
C D G C D G
That he twists with nicotine fingers as he drops his cigarette ash.
D G
And someone comes and sweeps it up, and then he doffs his cap
D G
And there's a rat in someone's bedroom, and they're shutting someone's trap.
Em D
And they'll soon be pulling down the little palaces.
Em D G C D G
And the doors swing back and forward, from the past into the present
C D G C D G
And the bedside crucifixion turns from wood to phosphorescent.
D G
And they're moving problem families from the South up to the North,
D G
Mother's crying over some soft soap opera divorce,
C F D
And you say you didn't do it, but you know you did of course,
Em D
And they'll soon be pulling down the little palaces.
Em D G C D G
It's like shouting in a matchbox, filled with plasterboard and hope,
C D G C D G
Like a picture of Prince William in the arms of John the Pope.
Em D G C D G
There's a world of good intentions, and pity in their eyes,
=A0 C D G C D G
The sedated homes of England, are theirs to vandalize.
D G
So you knock the kids about a bit, because they've got your name,
D G
And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same.
Em D
And they feel like knocking down the little palaces.
Instrumental: Em D G (3 1 4)
C D G (3 1 4)
C D G (3 1 4)
D G D (4 2 2)
Em D G (3 1 4)
C D G (3 1 4
C D G (3 1 4)
D G D Em (2 1 1 strum)
Em D G C D G
You're the twinkle in your daddy's eye, a name you spray and scribble,
C D G C D G
You made the girls all turn their heads, and in turn they made you miserable.
Em D G C D G
To be the heir apparent, to the kingdom of the invisible.
D G
So you knock the kids about a bit, because they've got your name,
D G
And you knock the kids about a bit, until they feel the same.
Em D
And they feel like knocking down
C G
yeah they feel like knocking down,
Em D
Oh they feel like knocking down the little palaces.
Repeat instrumental twice
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