This is the chords of British Bombs by Declan McKenna on Piano, Ukulele, Guitar and Keyboard.
[Intro]
F B F B
F
F# F F# F
G#m B C#
[Verse 1]
F# F F#
Great snakes, are we moving already?
G#m
Good gravy, did you say it cost a penny or two for you?
We’re talking ’bout the bad starts
B
My baby brother has already got a gas mask
F# F F#
‘Cause it’s a good ol’ fashion landslide
G#m
Kill ’em with your hands tied
B
In the homemade road, set sail
C#
Babe, we read it in the mail, no hope now
[Chorus]
F#
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s good what you tell ’em
G#m
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
B
Great British bombs in the Yemen
[Verse 2]
F# G#m B
Why does it seem a fever dream for all the gold you made to me?
F#
You said I’ll feel one day each year a worry
G#m
We shall remember the dead
B C#
I will remember the dead so they know that we’re sorry
F#
But then carry on
[Chorus]
F#
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting as well, what you tell ’em
G#m
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
B
Great British bombs in the Yemen
F#
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting as well, what you tell ’em
G#m
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
B
Great British bombs in the Yemen
[Interlude]
F# | |F#
[Verse 3]
F#
How could it be the money is the fault that matters to me?
You say you’re hungry, but you won’t eat the caraway seeds
G#m
Doesn’t matter in the wreckage what should you say
C#
But I found myself a little peckish last Tuesday
F#
This is what you signed up for, no questions
G#m
Wreck and weaker of the beast, oh, the weapon’s conventions
C#
At least on the table, but it’s no game, can’t you heal?
F#
All I want is to feel, carry on
[Chorus]
F#
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
G#m
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
B
Great British bombs in the Yemen
F#
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting, it’s great what you tell ’em
G#m
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
B
Great British bombs in the Yemen
[Interlude]
F#
[Bridge]
F#
It’s a good ol’ fashion landslide
G#m
Killing with your hands tied
B
In the homemade road, set sail
Babe, we read it in the mail, no hope now
F#
And it’s a total fking whitewash
G#m
The people that we might squash
B
And the front home soil, set sail
F#
For wherever the fk got oil this time
And if it’s not a fcking war crime
G#m
It’s a total waste of your time and getting so much worse
B
Get real, kid, your country’s been at war since birth now
F# G#m
And if it’s not a fcking outrage, what’s it all about then?
It’s a one on one fight
B
Baby, it’s gotta tell you where it all went wrong and then carry on
[Chorus]
F#
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting as well, what you tell ’em
G#m
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
B
Great British bombs in the Yemen
F#
Great way to fool me again, hun
Great acting as well, what you tell ’em
G#m
Great Britain won’t stand for felons
B
Great British bombs in the Yemen
