Cant Tell Them

A F#m Bm E There's nothing you can say to all them kids A F#m Bm E They're stubborn and the way they're living's fixed A F#m Bm E Parents, they don't have no money, their brothers, well they act so funny A F#m Bm Cm C#m Fighting over nothing is the only way they know A5 There's some rough parts of town that are not so plesent A5 Get you on the ground and they'll kick your fucking head in A5 If you don't know where you're heading, just look where it's depressing A5 And turn around 'cause you know, you just can't tell 'em A5 The streets are full of fellons and there's window getting smashed in A5 Lads upon a wall with funny cigarettes, relaxing A5 The blokes with jobs have packed in, what's the point in grafting? A5 When everyone else slacking is doing right from doing wrong and woh 4x A5 E5 C5 D#5 E5 D#5 Can't tell them! A5 There's some rough parts of town that are not so plesent A5 Get you on the ground and they'll kick your fucking head in A5 If you don't know where you're heading, just look where it's depressing A5 And turn around 'cause you know, you just can't tell 'em A5 The streets are full of fellons and there's window getting smashed in A5 Lads upon a wall with funny cigarettes, relaxing A5 The blokes with jobs have packed in, what's the point in grafting? A5 When everyone else slacking is doing right from doing wrong and woh Am Em The queue for dole is getting longer Dm Em And my faith int getting stronger, oh no Am G The streets are filled with broken homes B Bb Am And the pubs; with broken bones 4x A5 E5 C5 D#5 E5 D#5 Can't tell them!