Chords Used:

                       E  A  D  G  B  E
G -------------------- 3  5  5  4  3  3
Bm                     2  2  4  4  3  2
Em ------------------- O  2  2  O  O  O
C                      O  3  2  O  1  O
D7 ------------------- X  O  O  2  1  2
F                      1  3  3  2  1  1



Intro:

G --- Bm --- Em --- C 



Verse 1:

G ----- Bm ------- Em -- C ---
The sun dying on a dusty room.

- G -- Bm -------- Em -------- C ----
- TV - lying to me through the gloom.

C ----------------------- D7 -------- G ---
Even remote control can't change this mood.

--------- Bm ------------- Em ------ C ---
Get outta London while the getting's good.

G ------- Bm ----------- Em --- C ----
Get outta London while I know I could.

G ------- Bm ---- Em --- C ---
Get outta London.



Verse 2:

G --------- Bm --------- Em ------- C ----
The train's coming. Just ride and beleive.

G -------- Bm -------------- Em ---- C ---
The engine running's all the music I need.

C ------------------------------- D7------- G ---
I've got a fear of the past and a hunger to feed.

--------- Bm ----------- Em ----- C ----
Get outta London and you shall be freed.

G ------- Bm ------------ Em -- C ---
Get outta London and it's guaranteed.

G ------- Bm ---- Em --- C ---
Get outta London.



Bridge:

C -------------------- F -- C ----
I walked the avenue of dumb signs.

----------------------- F -- C ---
It meant nothing and it felt fine.

G ------ Bm -------------- Em --- C ---
Then I remembered what was really mine;

G ------ Bm ----------- Em ---- C ----
A silver shiver running down my spine.

C ----------------------------------- F -- C -----
Down where the streets are paved with sick schemes

-------------------------- F --------------- C ----
The river's running like a snake through the dream.

G ----- Bm ---------- Em ------ C ----
The politicians gaze across its slime.

G ----- Bm ---------- Em ----- C ---
I need another way to waste my time.

G ------- Bm ---- Em --- C ---
Get outta London.

G ------- Bm ---- Em --- C ---
Get outta London.



Solo:

G --- Bm --- Em --- C



(Verse 3 as before)
I saw the spectre of charity
And he didn't seem too brotherly.
Propping up what should be blown away.
A brotherhood of man in disarray.
I got hit by the dreamer's disease.
Where your big ideas don't make connection
with your buckling knees.
We saw the greed and agreed that it sucked
But they said "Don't laugh at money
'cause it's bad, bad luck!".
Get outta London.
Get outta London.