[Bm] [A] [Bm] [A]
Our [Bm]history speaks in thunder from a [A]thousand village halls
In [Bm]blood and sweat and sacrifice, in [A]honouring every call
So the [Bm]forces gathered against the thorn a-[A]piercing in their side
A [Bm]brave new world is beckoning so the [A]older world must die.
[Bm] [A] [Bm] [A]
In the [Bm]offices of the city, at all the [A]tables of oak and power
The [Bm]snares are laid and baited for the app[A]roaching of the hour
A [Bm]hundred justifications and the [A]presses are ready to roll
The [Bm]gateways to the nation they are [A]firmly under control
Chorus
[Bm]On, on, on, cried the [A]leaders at the back
We went [Bm]galloping down the blackened hills
And [A]into the gaping trap
The [Em]bridges are burnt behind us and there's [D]waiting guns ahead
[F#]Into the valley of [G]death rode the brave [Bm]hundreds[D][G][Bm][D][G]
We [Bm]called for some assistance from the [A]friends that we had known
But [Bm]this is the 1980s and [A]we were on our own
We [Bm]never felt like heroes or [A]martyrs to a cause
Just [Bm]battle-weary soldiers in a [A]bloody civil war
Chorus
The [C#m]massacre now is over and the order new enshrined
While a [A]quarter of the nation are abandoned far behind
The [C#m]leaders offer the cliche words, so righteous in defeat
But [A]no one needs morality when there isn't enough to eat
The [Ebm]unity bond is broken and the loyalty songs are fake
I'll screw my only brother for even a glimpse at a piece of the cake
We only cry in private here behind the shuttered glass
When we think of the charge of this brigade, the [D]severing of the past
Chorus
Our [Bm]history speaks in thunder from a [A]thousand village halls
In [Bm]blood and sweat and sacrifice, in [A]honouring every call
So the [Bm]forces gathered against the thorn a-[A]piercing in their side
A [Bm]brave new world is beckoning so the [A]older world must die.
[Bm] [A] [Bm] [A]
In the [Bm]offices of the city, at all the [A]tables of oak and power
The [Bm]snares are laid and baited for the app[A]roaching of the hour
A [Bm]hundred justifications and the [A]presses are ready to roll
The [Bm]gateways to the nation they are [A]firmly under control
Chorus
[Bm]On, on, on, cried the [A]leaders at the back
We went [Bm]galloping down the blackened hills
And [A]into the gaping trap
The [Em]bridges are burnt behind us and there's [D]waiting guns ahead
[F#]Into the valley of [G]death rode the brave [Bm]hundreds[D][G][Bm][D][G]
We [Bm]called for some assistance from the [A]friends that we had known
But [Bm]this is the 1980s and [A]we were on our own
We [Bm]never felt like heroes or [A]martyrs to a cause
Just [Bm]battle-weary soldiers in a [A]bloody civil war
Chorus
The [C#m]massacre now is over and the order new enshrined
While a [A]quarter of the nation are abandoned far behind
The [C#m]leaders offer the cliche words, so righteous in defeat
But [A]no one needs morality when there isn't enough to eat
The [Ebm]unity bond is broken and the loyalty songs are fake
I'll screw my only brother for even a glimpse at a piece of the cake
We only cry in private here behind the shuttered glass
When we think of the charge of this brigade, the [D]severing of the past
Chorus
