A Bm D A His feet lay heavy on the road that led to BirminghamA G#m F#m E G A Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of menA Bm D A The many hears, the helpless tears that left the troubled browA G#m F#m E G A A man once tall, he fought them all, but he is older now [Instrumental]A D D A [Verse 2]A Bm D A For in your youth, you think the truth will always win the gameA G#m F#m E D A Some men are kings, some men are rooks, some men are pawns to blameA Bm D A But if your skin is coloured black, well the dice are hidden inA G#m F#m E G A The minds of fools who twist the rules, so you can never win [Chorus]A C#m F#m E D Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your faceF#m E D There's nothing but a space, you're hollow [Instrumental]A D D A [Verse 3]A Bm D A Unlighted sky, begins to cry, the shabby coat is weakA G#m F#m E D A And homes with windows dressed in warmth, and mouths that never speakA Bm D A His mind is dead, his visions spread that pass before his feetA G#m F#m E G A D D A And thankfully he wears that dream that shields him from the street [Verse 4]A Bm D A Goodnight my friend, this is the end, you'll never cry againA G#m F#m E G A You'll never have to smile away the bastards and the painA Bm D A Is it too late, or can you wait to take another turnA G#m F#m E G A And walk together down that road that leads to Birmingham [Chorus]A C#m F#m E D Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your faceF#m E D There's nothing but a space, inside you [Instrumental]A D D A [Chorus]A C#m F#m E D Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your faceF#m E D There's nothing but a space [Outro]Amaj7 Dmaj7 You're hollow
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