Тональность: E minor
Verse 1
E
I learned the art of killing
at a very early age
Before I'd ever earned
a grown man's wage
A cocktail from a tenement,
the black smoke and the flames
Em
E
The pride, the fear, the terror and the rage
G
D
I found myself a soldier without a uniform
F
C
G
D
In a war begun the day that I was born
Em
D
No far off field, it was right here
Em
D
C
And I couldn't even throw myself a beer
G
But I could care, oh
Lord, I could care
D
G
When all I should have known was
Jack and
Em
Jill
D
G
I was there on the line,
D
when it was killing time
G
C
And sad to say, I even felt a thrill
G
D
G
When killing time became the time to
Em
E
D
Em
kill
E
D
Em
E
Em
E
G
D
I found myself a soldier without a uniform
F
C
G
D
In a war begun the day that I was born
Em
No fire on the field,
D
the concrete bleeding
Em
And I couldn't stop my
D
G
C
childhood disappearing
G
But I could care, oh
G
When all I should have known was
Jack and
Em
Jill
G
I was there on the line when
G
Down every day the memories
G
D
When killing time became
Em
C
the time to kill
G
D
Killing time became the time
G
Em
E
Em
E
Em
to kill
E
You
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