Scrapheap City

C7                              G7
There ain't no beauty And there ain't no style,
C7                             G7
There's no quality And there's no purity.
D                                     C7
Honour's dead and buried Because it's unnecessary.

Look at all the people, why they all look the same.
They're walking to the factory in their cloth caps and trilbies.
They've got no style, Ain't it a pity.

G                                            D
They're tearing old quality down Without any pity,
    			    D7
Now they're coming to take me away
    G
To Scrapheap City.
They say that good manners belong on a heap,
     C
They say they're outdated and they're obsolete,
                D
And now they're coming to take me away
             G
To Scrapheap City.


by: Jos? Duarte
jtduarte1@netcabo.pt