Whitechapel Mound
Released in 2000 by Cooking Vinyl
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INTRO
Dmadd9
VERSE 1
They’re
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dumping Mayfair
Am
magazines from the
Dmadd9
shop beside the
Am
mosque
Some
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wheezing children
Am
peek at them as the
Dmadd9
rain dissolves their
Am
gloss
The
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angel has been
Am
taken from the
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vacant dosshouse
Am
block
Dm
No charge, no
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cost
VERSE 2
The
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alchemist of
Am
shopping carts sits
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on his salvaged
Am
throne
In the
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sealed-up air-raid
Am
shelter which he
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annexed for his
Am
home
In the
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good old nineteen-
Am
seventies when the
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nihilist was
Am
king
Each
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wall has a
Ebmaj7
theme
Same
Dm
smudged dockyard
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scene
He
Em
hums as he
A7
paces the
Em
floor
A7
It
Em
can’t be much
A7
longer, for
Em
sure
A7
Til
Em
cheque-books are
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stripped for his
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pay
A7
And
Em
flame-haired young
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snobs beg to
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stay
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You
Dm
don’t come a
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round
After
Dm
Whitechapel
Ebmaj7
Mound
VERSE 3
The
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millionaire
con
Am
servator, with
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skull and crossbones
Am
tie
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Eyed the trembling
Am
supplicant “You
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know I paid for
Am
lies”
“We
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need you ten years
Am
younger on the
Dmadd9
needle, on the
Am
rob”
“Now get
Dm
out of my
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sight!”
VERSE 4
They
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go about in
Am
silence and their
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lie is not their
Am
own
It was
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written for them
Am
years ago but
Ebmaj7/G
now it’s over
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grown
Like the
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heating duct they moved to when they
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got thrown off the roads
You
Dm
can’t scrounge a
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deal
Or get
Dm
close enough to
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steal
In a
Em
cube of that
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grey soupy
Em
light
A7
The
Em
alcove
Ma
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donna
re
Em
cli
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nes
Be
Em
low lies a
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room, scrawled and
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breached
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Hear the
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cries of her
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jelly-limbed
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prie
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st
“Oh your
Em
loins are a
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pocalypse,
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dear”
A7
He
Em
barks through the
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gate of his
Em
teeth
A7
“Your de
Em
cline is the
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plunger of
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che
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er”
But she
Em
hears not a
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word as she
Em
sle
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eps
Dm
Blameless and
Ebmaj7
sound
On
Dm
Whitechapel
Ebmaj7
Mound
FADE
Dm