The Clash - Up in heaven not only here

^AThe towers of L^Dondon, these crumbling r^Aocks Reality est^Dates that the hero's ^F#mgot And every hour's m^Bmarked by the chime of a cl^Gock

And wh^Aatcha gonna do when the d^Darkness surrounds? You can p^Aiss in the lifts which have b^Droken down You can w^F#match from the debris the l^Dast bedroom light We're i^F#mnvisible here just p^Dast midn^Aight^{D F#m D}

^AAnd the wives hate their^D husbands and their husbands don't c^Aare Their children daub sl^Dogans to prove they lived t^F#mhere A giant pipe ^Bmorgan up in the ^Gair

Can't l^Aive in a home which should n^Dot have been built By the b^Aourgeois clerks who b^Dear no guilt When the ^F#mwind hits this building this b^Duilding it tilts One d^F#may it will surely fa^Dll t^Eo the gr^Aound^D..^A. ^{D Bm G}

^AFear is just an^Dother commodity h^Aere They sell us peeping h^Doles to peek when we h^F#mear A bang on the d^Bmoor resoundingly cl^Gear

Wh^Ao would really want to m^Dove in here? The ch^Aildren play faraway, the c^Dorridors are bare This r^F#moom is a cage its like ca^Dptivity How can ^F#manyone exist in such ^Dmi^Ese^Ary? ^{D A}It has been s^Daid n^Aot only h^Dere^{Bm G}

^AAllianza do^Dllars are spent ^ATo raise the towering b^Duildings ^AFor the weary b^Dones of the workers ^BmTo go back in the m^Gorning ^AIt has been s^Daid n^Aot only h^Dere