New Model Army

Marrakech

They found us in the courtyard at our table in the shade
We toasted our last few moments and then the end came
They took us back to the airstrip, in a beaten up old car
And we rattled avross the African scrubland in silence
Our hands locked together in cold steel cuffs
Sometimes I wish it was still that way...
Bridge: D A B2
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Remark: B2 is equivalent to Bm with the little finger not being used.
The complete lyrics you find on the album "Impurity" by NMA.
This song is one of my favorites.
Please mail comments, corrections, info's or other songs to
un3g@rzstud1.rz.uni-karlsruhe.de or s_bohn@iraul1.ira.uka.de
Looking forward to feedback of (nearly) all kind!
Juergen Bohn, Karlsruhe, Germany