Face at the window, fred small

[backbeat the first upstroke after a stop slightly
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  S   S   S   S  (stop)
  C   C   C   C  (comp)

Verses work best with little to no comping, choras works best mostly comping (except "burn on judgement day" and "seen you ride the wind")

Verse 1:
       Am                             F
In the stillness of the alley waits a man with an open blade
       G                                               Am
and he hurts the woman badly and within her plants his seed
                                           G
She can't shake the dirt and horror as the seed takes root and grows,
        Am      G          F                   G       Am
but the law now claims her body, the doctor's door is closed
         G
she goes back to another alley, to a leering butchers blade
        D                               F         G       Am
and the deal is dark and bloody, in the crime the law has made

CHORAS:
        Am   G      F            Am           F     G
And the face at the window never blinks never turns away
         F                                              E
when you wake in the night to a flashing light when you burn on judgement day
          Am    G          F                   Am       F       G
They have spoke aloud your daydreams they have listened to your plans
          C           G          F                    Am       G        Am
they have watched you dance in a rainstorm, they have seen you ride the wind

Verse 2:
Walking slowly home at night a man touching a man
and the car looks kind of familiar and it's coming round again
you've got no chance in that deadly dance when they cut you to the bone
there's a bleeding gash from the broken glass and you hear somebody moan
and maybe somebody calls the cops and they take their own sweet time
and they say it's just a couple of fags again, maybe your freind is dying

CHORAS

Verse 3:
And your lover comes to you softly and you touch and you feel no shame
and you steal away from the city and lightning fills your veigns
in an airconditioned office the committee discusses your case
they know the words you whisper they felt the flush apon your face
They've got files on every fantasy, who's on top and who's below
you have crossed into the shade place where outlaws freely roam

CHORAS

Verse 4:
You can drink the lies of paradise while the books on the shelves disappear
you can make a comfortable living, you can swear it can't happen hear
and maybe they'll come for the unionists and maybe they'll come for the jews
and maybe they'll come for the heretics, but they'll never come for you
when you hear the step in the hallway, when you taste the iron fear
don't you go shouting out for justice, 'cause there's no-one left to hear.

CHORAS