The Libertines – Time For Heroes (Guitar)

                D       F#m
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot?

Bm                              G   G     G  G
Shovelled up like muck, and set the night on fire.

G  G    D                      F#m
Wombles bleed.  Truncheons and Shields,

G                         A
You know I cherish you my love.

              D                   F#m
But there's a rumour spread nasty disease around town,

Bm                           G    G   G    G
Caught round the houses with your trousers down.

G G    D            F#m              G              A
A head rush, in the bush, you know I cherish you my love.

          G              A        A  A  G#  G
Oh, how I cherish you my love,

                     Gm
Tell me what can you want, now you've got it all.

D                D7                       G                  E
Ah the scene is obscene, time'll strip it away, a year and a day.

         A
And Bill Bones, Bill Bones knows what I mean,

              D            F#m
He knows it's eating, it's chewing me up,

             Bm                          G    G   G  G     G
And it's not right for young lungs to be coughing up blood...

G     D                   F#m   G                   A
It's all, it's all in my hands, and it's all up the walls.

        D                            F#m
All the stale chips are up, and they hope stakes are down,

          Bm                    G     G    G    G     G
It's these ignorant faces, they bring this town down.

G D                       F#m
I sighed, and sunken with pride,

  G                        A
I passed myself down on my knees,

      G                        A      A  A  G#  G
Yes I passed myself down on my knees,

                         Gm                      D
Now tell me what can you want, see you've got it all.

                     D7
The whole scene is obscene,

                    G                 E
Time will strip it away, a year and a day.

         A
And Bill Bones, Bill Bones knows what I mean.

                 D            F#m
He knows there's fewer more distressing sights,

                Bm               G   G    G
Then that of an English man in a baseball cap.

G   G     D                        F#m
Now we'll die in the class we were born,

             G                    A
And that's a class of our own, my love.

  G                    A
A class of our own, my love.

D
Ahh, ah,

F#m
Ahh, ah,

Bm            G
Ahh, ah ahh ahhh.

D
Ahh, ah,

F#m
Ahh, ah,

G              A
Ah, ah ahh ahhh.

                D       F#m
Did you see the stylish kids in the riot?

Bm                              G   G     G  G
Shovelled up like muck, and set the night on fire.

G  G    D                      F#m
Wombles bleed.  Truncheons and Shields,

                      G              A
You know I cherish you my love.

      G              A      A  A  A  D
And I cherish you my love.