Play with G for Intro. Listen to the song for rhythm. Pretty sure this is right. Cheers.
VERSE 1
Let's inherit the [G]earth
Cos no-one else is [C]taking it
Come on do your [G]worst
Before the moment's [D]passed
In [Am7]bedrooms across [G]England
And all the Western [C]world
There's posters and there's [G]magazines
But music isn't [D]ours[Am7]
CHORUS
Cos we write [C]love songs in C
And we do [G]politics in [D]G
We [C]sing songs about our friends in [Em]E minor[D]
So [C]tear down the stars now and [G]take up your [D]guitars
And [C]come on folks and [D]try this at [G]ho[D]me[G]
VERSE 2
Let's stop waiting [G]around
For someone to patro[C]nise us
[G]Let's hammer out a sound that spe[D]aks of where we've been
[Am]So forget about the [G]haircuts and stupid skinny [C]jeans
The stampedes and the [G]irony
And the media-fed [D]scenes[Am]
CHORUS
Cause we write [C]love songs in C
And we do [G]politics in [D]G
We sing [C]songs about our friends in [Em]E minor[D]
So [C]tear down the stars now and [G]take up your [D]guitars
And [C]come on folks and [D]try this at home
MIDDLE
Because the [Em]only thing that [D]punk rock should [E]ever really [G]mean
Is not [Am]sitting round and [G]waiting for the [C]lights to go [D]green
And not [Em]thinking that you?re [D]better cause you're [C]stood up on a [G]stage
And if you're [Am]oh so fucking [G]different then who [C]cares what you have to [D]say
Cause there?s [Am]no such thing as rock stars
They're just [D]people who play music
And [C]some of them are [C/B]just like us
And [G]some of them are dicks
So [Am]quick turn off your stereo
Pick [D]up that pen and paper
Yeah [C]you could do much better than
Some skinny half-arsed English country [D]singer
CHORUS
Cause we write [C]love songs in C
And we do [G]politics in [D]G
We sing [C]songs about our friends in [Em]E minor[D]
So [C]tear down the stars now and [G]take up your [D]guitars
And [C]come on folks and [D]try this at [C]ho-[C/B]o-me[G]
VERSE 1
Let's inherit the [G]earth
Cos no-one else is [C]taking it
Come on do your [G]worst
Before the moment's [D]passed
In [Am7]bedrooms across [G]England
And all the Western [C]world
There's posters and there's [G]magazines
But music isn't [D]ours[Am7]
CHORUS
Cos we write [C]love songs in C
And we do [G]politics in [D]G
We [C]sing songs about our friends in [Em]E minor[D]
So [C]tear down the stars now and [G]take up your [D]guitars
And [C]come on folks and [D]try this at [G]ho[D]me[G]
VERSE 2
Let's stop waiting [G]around
For someone to patro[C]nise us
[G]Let's hammer out a sound that spe[D]aks of where we've been
[Am]So forget about the [G]haircuts and stupid skinny [C]jeans
The stampedes and the [G]irony
And the media-fed [D]scenes[Am]
CHORUS
Cause we write [C]love songs in C
And we do [G]politics in [D]G
We sing [C]songs about our friends in [Em]E minor[D]
So [C]tear down the stars now and [G]take up your [D]guitars
And [C]come on folks and [D]try this at home
MIDDLE
Because the [Em]only thing that [D]punk rock should [E]ever really [G]mean
Is not [Am]sitting round and [G]waiting for the [C]lights to go [D]green
And not [Em]thinking that you?re [D]better cause you're [C]stood up on a [G]stage
And if you're [Am]oh so fucking [G]different then who [C]cares what you have to [D]say
Cause there?s [Am]no such thing as rock stars
They're just [D]people who play music
And [C]some of them are [C/B]just like us
And [G]some of them are dicks
So [Am]quick turn off your stereo
Pick [D]up that pen and paper
Yeah [C]you could do much better than
Some skinny half-arsed English country [D]singer
CHORUS
Cause we write [C]love songs in C
And we do [G]politics in [D]G
We sing [C]songs about our friends in [Em]E minor[D]
So [C]tear down the stars now and [G]take up your [D]guitars
And [C]come on folks and [D]try this at [C]ho-[C/B]o-me[G]
