Trenches

D D A# A G F# C G# G F# F G Nineteen-eightyseven C C# At a seven-eleven G Police out lookin' for problems C C# But I'm no average hoodlum G G C Still runnin' from the pigs so it seems to me C G This is not the land of love and liberty G C It's more like a waiting room in hell C C# F Drink a Quart and watch me dwell F C Bb F C Bb I got it right Out in the trenches tonight F C Bb F C Bb I got it right Out in the trenches tonight I Glass towers rise above the filth and the pain I'm a moral degenerate feel my pain Passed out in a squat on mission That night I was shocked into submission O Straight down straight down to hell i head System of sewers is where I lay my head People on their way are like on a different dimension I need no correction I got it right Out in the trenches tonight I got it right Out in the trenches tonight D D A# A G F# C G# G F# F