New Model Army – The Charge (Guitar)

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Our history speaks in thunder from a thousand village halls

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In blood and sweat and sacrifice, in honouring every call

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So the forces gathered against the thorn a-piercing in their side

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A brave new world is beckoning so the older world must die.

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In the offices of the city, at all the tables of oak and power

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The snares are laid and baited for the approaching of the hour

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A hundred justifications and the presses are ready to roll

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The gateways to the nation they are firmly under control

Bm                    A
On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back

        Bm
We went galloping down the blackened hills

    A
And into the gaping trap

    Em                                      D
The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead

F#7                G
Into the valley of death rode the brave hundreds

   Bm                                  A
We called for some assistance from the friends that we had known

    Bm                    A
But this is the 1980s and we were on our own

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We never felt like heroes or martyrs to a cause

     Bm                         A
Just battle-weary soldiers in a bloody civil war

Bm                    A
On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back

        Bm
We went galloping down the blackened hills

    A
And into the gaping trap

    Em                                      D
The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead

F#7                G
Into the valley of death rode the brave hundreds

    C#m
The massacre now is over and the order new enshrined

        A
While a quarter of the nation are abandoned far behind

    C#m
The leaders offer the cliche words, so righteous in defeat

    A
But no one needs morality when there isn't enough to eat

    G#m
The unity bond is broken and the loyalty songs are fake

     D#m
I'll screw my only brother for even a glimpse at a piece of the cake

   B
We only cry in private here behind the shuttered glass

        F#7                                     G
When we think of the charge of this brigade, the severing of the past

Bm                    A
On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back

        Bm
We went galloping down the blackened hills

    A
And into the gaping trap

    Em                                      D
The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead

F#7                G
Into the valley of death rode the brave hundreds

Bm                    A
On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back

        Bm
We went galloping down the blackened hills

    A
And into the gaping trap

    Em                                      D
The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead

F#7                G
Into the valley of death rode the brave thousands

Bm                    A
On, on, on, cried the leaders at the back

        Bm
We went galloping down the blackened hills

    A
And into the gaping trap

    Em                                      D
The bridges are burnt behind us and there's waiting guns ahead

F#7                G
Into the valley of death............ the brave thousands