Ode To Britannia Tabulatur von Seb Lowe

[Verse 1]
C#m
So what are ya?
C#m        G#m       C#m       
Right-wing shit face always so 
B
concerned with race
C#m              G#m           C#m
Smarter than the others and he knows it
B
What are ya then are ya?
C#m           G#m
Left-leaning (just a bit)
C#m      N.C.
You dirty fucking communist!
C#m       G#m
Get real, it's never worked
C#m                           B
You know that you're gonna outgrow it
C#m      G#m             C#m      B
Central, nuanced, not clouded with 
influence
C#m      G#m          C#m*
Educated, indecisive, bystander
N.C.
Left, right
C#m        G#m
Far-right, far-left
C#m             B
Nurtured in the same nest
C#m          G#m         C#m      B
Both fucking meet in the middle
C#m        G#m
Karl Marx, Keynes, Smith
C#m           B
Couldn't ever say shit
C#m      G#m         C#m          
Instinct Tory, Heart Labour, Hеad 
B
Liberal

 
[Chorus]
C#m       A              E            
I take my land I made my land and I'm 
B
surе
C#m             A           E       
There's nothing great about Britain 
N.C.
anymore
 
[Verse 2]
N.C.                         C#m      
If you're so good at fucking learning 
     G#m              C#m
then learn about your past
B                    C#m               
Find that we haven't quite escaped the 
G#m         C#m    B
immortality of the ruling class
C#m                  G#m       C#m     
I'm sure that you're bored and when you
     B
 are so
         C#m             G#m
Tell me, where does your mind go?
N.C.
Energy companies profit in crisis
N.C.
Medical companies profit in crisis
N.C.
Reckon your government profits in 
crisis?
N.C.
Is it so easy to profit in crisis?
N.C.
I took a look at your history
N.C.
Many a book, many a century
N.C.
Murder and killing, more murder, 
conspiracy
N.C.
Year, by year, by year - nothing is 
different
N.C.
So backwards, how you gonna sort it?
N.C.
Run away then you come back crawling
N.C.
Make a plan then you're the tyrant
N.C.
You had freedom? Somebody bought it
N.C.
I swore that I would set out to do 
something
N.C.
I came back with nothing, no I could do
 nothing
N.C.
There's nothing much good and that is 
fine
N.C.
I don't fucking care what it used to be
 like
 
[Chorus]
Em        C              G            
I take my land I made my land and I'm 
D
sure
Em              C           G       
There's nothing great about Britain 
   D
anymore
Em        C              G            
I take my land I made my land and I'm 
D
sure
Em              C           G       
There's nothing great about Britain 
D
anymore
 
[Verse 3]
     Em                C          
When words against the system are 
   G             D
dismissed as complaints
        Em            C      G         
Then complaint has no value, words have
    D
 no place
  Em            C              G       
Regenerate your leaders with a copy and
 D
 paste
      Em            C              G   
Don't argue that it trickles down, say 
            D
it to their face
     Em        C          G         D
When privilege determines potential who
 are you?
     Em          C                G    
Most politicians went to the same three
        D
 schools
Em                C
Money, drugs, and Hollywood
G        D               Em            
The idea maybe you could move away and 
C
start anew
     G                      D
That people would ever help you
  Em                 C
I care a lot, that's all I've got
  G               D
I wouldn't let my people rot
Em    C
Hope
      G             D
Smart blokes on the news
Em       C                 G       D
Ten ways the world fucking lies to you
     Em        C          G         
When every complaint is rejected as 
  D
anarchic
      Em               C               
Every word against the system gets your
 G             D
 blood fucking pumping
   Em              C       G      D
Complaints will forever be ineffective
    Em    C    G       D
And words mean nothing