Screechs Tale chords by Ren

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

Intro:
|Em  D  |D  G  |Am  Em  |Em  D  |D   G  |A   |
|C  G   |G   F#  |B  |N.C.
|Em  |D   |G   |Am  |
|C   |B   |Em  |B   |Em  |

    Em
Our story, it starts
A                       C            C
Right to the end of the life of poor Jenny
        B
Clocked out like Big Ben
     Em                A
This Screech, dear boy, where did he go
   C                     B      N.C.
He melted into the black night, just like snow

Verse 1:
Em                              E        F#
Patrick, man, let me in, please open the door
          E                                     G            F#
I think I fucked up, Patrick, really fucked up, man, I'm not sure
E            Em                 G            F#
I got crazy, left a lady laying still on the floor
          A                                   B     N.C.
I think I killed her, Patrick, come on man, I can't knock no more

    Em                                  G               E
But Screech kept on knocking, 'till his knuckles became sore
    Em                                 G
But there's no sign of Patrick, down at number 54
   Em                              G
No refuge for our villain, for the bitter hands of faith
     Em                                 B
Have something far more sinister in mind, that does await


Spoken: Woman & Screech:
N.C.
Hello?
Hi babe, you in?
Nah, nothing really, I'm just a bit tired
Listen, can I swing around yours for a few minutes?
I just really miss you, babe
What the fuck you mean you're busy?
You fucking bitch, for fucks sake


Verse 2:
Em             Em               G
Sirens sound approaching like a Banshee in the night
    Em            Em              G
The shrill cry of justice cutting like the sharpest knife
    Em                Em              G
But Screech was never one to run, not one to miss a fight
    Em            Em                  B
One hand upon his blade, he turned to face the blue light
Em                                    G       Em
Come on then, you fucking cunts, lets fucking have you then
     Em                                  G        Em
I am Screech, I'm the boss here, I'm the ender of men
               Em
You think that uniform you're wearing means that you own these streets
               Em                                          G
Well these are my fucking streets and they call me fucking Screech


Bridge:
Em                          G        F#
Richard was an officer, who stood at 6 foot 3
        Em                                 G                 F#
Working London on the night shift, what he didn't think he'd see
      Em                          G         F#
Was a boy running at him, like an animal possessed
        E6                N.C.
With no time to hesitate, he fired four bullets at Screech's chest


Outro:
    Em             A
Our story it ends, right at the start
      C                             B
Young Screech and poor Jenny, lying one street apart
   Em                     A
An officer shaken, by the boy that he claimed
    C                        B
Two body's lay lifeless, and it's such a shame
                  Em6
It's such a shame