Ren (Ren Gill) – Jennys Tale (Guitar)

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[Singing Part]
(Pattern)
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          Am                                     Dm
It was a quiet, dark night on an empty street somewhere in London City

 Am                                                    Dm7
Jenny walked alone, she was dragging her feet, she was heading back home to sleep

          Am                                               Dm
Well she knew this town, she knew this floor, because she'd walked it about a thousand times before

    Am                    Dm7
She wanted to escape, can you blame?

             Am                                                    Dm
Well on the very same night, in a different place, there walked a hooded young youth by the name of James

       Am                                            Dm7
He was 14 years old and out of his brain, he'd been smoking ganja with the boys

           Am                                     Dm
James, he grew up to be a kid of the street, his mates called him screech, he was quick on his feet

          Am                                            Dm7
He was a liar, a thief at fourteen years old, the devil had set his sights on his soul

     Am
As Jenny walked home all alone she felt scared

   Dm
Usually she was alright but it was like there was something in the air

  Am                                                  Dm7 N.C.
A divine intervention telling her to beware? Or maybe intuition bugging her and making her so scared?

 Am
Sirens sound in the distance to the beat of Jenny's feet

   Dm
A symphony of the night that echoes crime on London's streets

  Am
Jenny turns a corner, their eyes they meet

    Dm7  N.C.
Our poor girl Jenny, and a boy named Screech

 Am
"Give me all your money bitch! Give it to me!

    Dm
If you co-operate, then you'll soon be free

            Am     N.C.
I want your purse, your phone, don't fucking look at me!

  Dm7  N.C.
I mean it bitch! Are you listening to me?"

 Am
Jenny freezes, statue like, a lady shaped stalagmite

 Dm
Fear like liquid nitrogen in the dark night

 Am                                               Dm7
She tried to find strength to move but stayed as still as a statue in high heeled shoes

  Am
"What the hell you playing at? You playing games with me?

   Dm                    N.C.
I swear to fucking god! I'll slice the rosy off your cheeks

            Am
You think I don't mean it girl? You don't know me!

    Dm7  N.C.
The last thing you see will be a boy called…"

          Am
Screech reached for the sheath of the blade with the teeth

            Dm
That could bite through steal and slice concrete

        Am
And he swung possessed, with the devil in his chest

         Dm7*
And the statue she was turned to butter in a breath…

          Am                                      Dm    N.C.
It was a quiet dark night, on an empty street somewhere in London city

  Am7
Jenny lay still on the cold concrete

        Dm7
She's found somewhere to sleep

           Em7
Well, she knew this town, she knew this floor

               Fmaj7
Because she'd walked it about a thousand times before

                   Em7                  F         Am6
I guess that she escaped… it's such a shame