...A WHO RESPONSIBLE... by Steel Pulse
-----------------------...............
from 'True Democracy' (1982)
Intro:
Cm, Gm (x2)
(Spoken):
And the,
Struggle goes on...
[Cm]
Verse 1:
[Cm] Some say the earth,
Will keep on turning,
Dread times are near,
And I'm not joking;
I a warning.
As we continue,
That same old moaning,
The chosen race,
Just keep on,
Begging, yeah.
Chorus 1:
And I wanna know [Ab]who,
Who's re-[Fm]sponsible?
They don't give,
A [Cm]damn no,
They don't give,
A damn no.
Verse 2:
[Cm] Mothers joy,
Turn to pain,
And hollering,
Weeping for,
Their babes,
And sucklings.
Spirits of the,
Innocent wandering,
Sufferation,
Everlasting.
Chorus 2:
And I wanna know [Ab]who,
Who's re-[Fm]sponsible?
I wanna know [Ab]who,
Who's re-[Fm]sponsible?
They don't give,
A [Cm]damn no,
They don't give,
A damn no.
Chorus 3:
Oh [Cm]papa,
Dem chest,
Keeps on burning,
Fist clench tight,
A grit dem teeth,
And blood is boiling.
The price is high,
Yet they keep,
On paying,
The little,
Bundles of love,
They are all missing.
Chorus 3:
I wanna know [Ab]who,
Who's re-[Fm]sponsible?
They don't give,
A [Cm]damn no.
Verse 4:
[Cm] Brothers,
And sisters,
This plight,
We're facing,
Get involved,
Problems to solve,
Yourselves concerning.
Divided we are so,
One by one,
We are falling,
The frontline,
Of the battle,
Is hottest,
Your duties calling,
I demand to know;
Chorus 2:
[Ab] Who,
Who's re-[Fm]sponsible?
I wanna know [Ab]who,
Who's re-[Fm]sponsible?
They don't give,
A [Cm]damn no.
Woah woah,
They don't give,
A damn no.
Break:
[Cm] Talking down,
South Atlanta killlings,
Talking down,
South Deptford bombings,
Talking down,
South Azania coming.
Coda:
[Cm] They'll cut,
your hearts out,
And I'm not joking.
Turn no blind eye,
Brothers be willing.
Yeah the frontline,
Of the battle is hottest,
Your duties calling.
(Repeat to Fade)
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
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[Cm] [Ab] [Fm]
[EADGBE]xx5543 [EADGBE]xx6544 [EADGBE]xxx564
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006
([email protected])
-----------------------...............
from 'True Democracy' (1982)
Intro:
Cm, Gm (x2)
(Spoken):
And the,
Struggle goes on...
[Cm]
Verse 1:
[Cm] Some say the earth,
Will keep on turning,
Dread times are near,
And I'm not joking;
I a warning.
As we continue,
That same old moaning,
The chosen race,
Just keep on,
Begging, yeah.
Chorus 1:
And I wanna know [Ab]who,
Who's re-[Fm]sponsible?
They don't give,
A [Cm]damn no,
They don't give,
A damn no.
Verse 2:
[Cm] Mothers joy,
Turn to pain,
And hollering,
Weeping for,
Their babes,
And sucklings.
Spirits of the,
Innocent wandering,
Sufferation,
Everlasting.
Chorus 2:
And I wanna know [Ab]who,
Who's re-[Fm]sponsible?
I wanna know [Ab]who,
Who's re-[Fm]sponsible?
They don't give,
A [Cm]damn no,
They don't give,
A damn no.
Chorus 3:
Oh [Cm]papa,
Dem chest,
Keeps on burning,
Fist clench tight,
A grit dem teeth,
And blood is boiling.
The price is high,
Yet they keep,
On paying,
The little,
Bundles of love,
They are all missing.
Chorus 3:
I wanna know [Ab]who,
Who's re-[Fm]sponsible?
They don't give,
A [Cm]damn no.
Verse 4:
[Cm] Brothers,
And sisters,
This plight,
We're facing,
Get involved,
Problems to solve,
Yourselves concerning.
Divided we are so,
One by one,
We are falling,
The frontline,
Of the battle,
Is hottest,
Your duties calling,
I demand to know;
Chorus 2:
[Ab] Who,
Who's re-[Fm]sponsible?
I wanna know [Ab]who,
Who's re-[Fm]sponsible?
They don't give,
A [Cm]damn no.
Woah woah,
They don't give,
A damn no.
Break:
[Cm] Talking down,
South Atlanta killlings,
Talking down,
South Deptford bombings,
Talking down,
South Azania coming.
Coda:
[Cm] They'll cut,
your hearts out,
And I'm not joking.
Turn no blind eye,
Brothers be willing.
Yeah the frontline,
Of the battle is hottest,
Your duties calling.
(Repeat to Fade)
CHORD DIAGRAMS:
---------------
[Cm] [Ab] [Fm]
[EADGBE]xx5543 [EADGBE]xx6544 [EADGBE]xxx564
Tabbed by Joel from cLuMsY, Bristol, England, 2006
([email protected])
