Frank Turner - There are bad times just around the corner

They're ^Dout of sorts in ^ASunderland And ^Dterribly cross in ^B7Kent, They're ^Emdull in ^AHull And the ^DIsle of ^B7Mull Is ^Eseething with ^A7discontent, They're ^Dnervous in ^ANorthumberland And ^DDevon is down the ^Gdrain, They're ^F#filled with wrath On the ^Bmfirth of Forth And ^Esullen on Salisbury ^A7Plain, In ^AmDublin ^Dthey're ^Gdepressed, lads, ^B7Maybe because they're ^EmCelts For ^ADrake is going ^A7West, lads, And ^Eso is everyone ^A7else. ^E7Hurray, ^Ahurray, ^Ahurray! RIFF A7 - strum once Misery's here to stay.

N.C.

There are ^Dbad times ^Emjust ^Aaround the ^Dcor^D7ner, There are ^Gdark clouds ^B7hurtling through the ^Emsky And it's ^Ano good ^A7whining A^Dbout a silver ^Bmlining For we ^Eknow from ex^E7perience that they ^Awon't roll^A7 by, With a ^Dscowl and a ^D7frown We'll ^Gkeep our peckers ^G7down And ^Eprepare for de^E7pression and doom and ^Adread, ^A7 We're going to ^Dunpack our ^Emtroubles ^Afrom our ^Dold ^Gkit ^F#bag ^BmAnd ^Ewait until we ^Adrop down ^Ddead. ^{A D}

From ^DPortland Bill to ^AScarborough They're ^Dquerulous and sub^B7dued And ^EmShropshire ^Alads Have be^Dhaved like ^B7cads From ^EBerwick-on-Tweed to ^A7Bude, They're ^Dmad at Market ^AHarborough And ^Dlivid at Leigh-on-^GSea, In ^F#Tunbridge Wells You ^Bmcan hear the yells Of ^Ewoe-begone bourgeoi^A7sie. We ^Amall get ^Dbitched a^Gbout, lads, Who^B7ever our vote ^Emelects, We ^Aknow we're up the ^A7spout, lads. And ^Ethat's what England ex^A7pects. ^E7Hurray, ^Ahurray, ^Ahurray! RIFF A7 - strum once Trouble is on the way.

N.C.

There are ^Dbad times ^Emjust ^Aaround the ^Dcor^D7ner, The ^Ghorizon's ^B7gloomy as can ^Embe, There are ^Ablack birds ^A7over The ^Dgrayish cliffs of ^BmDover And the ^Erats are ^E7preparing to leave the ^ABB^A7C We're an ^Dunhappy ^D7breed And ^Gvery bored ^G7indeed When ^Ereminded of ^E7something that Nelson ^Asaid. ^A7 While the ^Dpress and the ^Empoli^Aticians ^Dnag ^Gnag ^F#nag ^BmWe'll ^Ewait until we ^Adrop down ^Ddead. ^{A D}

They're ^Dsobbing themselves to ^B7sleep, The ^Emshrieks and ^Awails In the ^DYorkshire ^B7dales Have ^Eeven depressed the ^A7sheep. In ^Drather vulgar ^Alettering A ^Dvery disgruntled ^Ggroup Have ^F#posted bills On the ^BmCotswold Hills E A7 - back to open strum To prove that we're in the soup. While ^Ambegging ^DKipling's ^Gpardon There's ^B7one thing we know for ^Emsure If ^AEngland is a ^A7garden We ^Eought to have more ma^A7nure. ^E7Hurray, ^Ahurray, ^Ahurray! RIFF A7 - strum once Suffering and dismay.

N.C.

There are ^Dbad times ^Emjust ^Aaround the ^Dcor^D7ner And the ^Goutlook's a^B7bsolutely ^Emvile, There are ^AHome Fires ^A7smoking From ^DWindermere to ^BmWoking And we're ^Enot going to ^E7tighten our belts and ^Asmile, smile, ^A7smile, At the ^Dsound of a ^D7shot We'd ^Gjust as soon as ^G7not Take a ^Ehot water ^E7bottle and go to ^Abed, ^A7 We're going to ^Dun-tense our ^Emmuscles ^Atill they ^Dsag ^Gsag ^F#sag ^BmAnd ^Ewait until we ^Adrop down ^Ddead.^{A D}

There are ^Dbad times ^Emjust ^Aaround the ^Dcor^D7ner, We can ^Gall look ^B7forward to des^Empair, It's as ^Aclear as ^A7crystal From ^DBridlington to ^BmBristol That we ^Ecan't save ^E7democracy and we ^Adon't much ^A7care If the ^DReds and the ^D7Pinks Be^Glieve that England ^G7stinks And that ^Eworld re^E7volution is bound to ^Aspread, ^A7 We'd better ^Dall learn the ^Emlyrics ^Aof the ^Dold '^GRed ^F#Flag' ^BmAnd ^Ewait until we ^Adrop down ^Ddead. ^{A D}