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Transportador
Cor de Fundo
Ferramentas
Tamanho
Tamanho
Altura
Altura
D
We worked our way up from east end pubs
G
To gigs and back stage passes
G A G A G D
Ex-boxing champs, West end clubs, Americans in dark glasses
D
Driving ten grand cars, they drink in hotel bars
G
They're even making money in bed
G A G
They wouldn't be no loss, they ain't worth a toss
A D
It's about time they all dropped dead
Chorus:
D
Take 'em all, take 'em all
A
Put 'em up against a wall and shoot 'em!
Short and tall, watch 'em fall
D
Come on boys, take 'em all
Verse 2:
D
Well tough **** boys, it aint our fault
G
Your record didn't make it
G A G A G D
We made you dance, you had your chance, but you didn't take it
D
Well, I gotta go make another deal
G
Sign another group for the company
G A G
I don't suppose we'll ever meet again
A D
You'd better get back to the factory
Chorus x1
D,G,G,A,G,A,A,D,D,G
Solo
e|-------------------------------------------------------|
B|------------15--13-----10------------------------------|
G|--12--12h14--------12b----12-10-----10----12-10--------|
D|--------------------------------12-----12-------12-12--|
A|-------------------------------------------------------|
E|-------------------------------------------------------|
Chorus x2
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