Police - Synchronicity, аккорды

 e--7----7^5--7^5--|--7----7^5--7^5--|--7----7^5--7^5--|--7----7^5--7^5-- 
 B--5----5----5----|--5----5----5----|--5----5----5----|--5----5----5---- 
 G-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|----------------- 
 D-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|----------------- 
 A-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|----------------- 
 E-----------------|-----------------|-----------------|----------------- 
 
Then play it again 3 times singing "Yeee-ooo-ooo" 
 
 e------------- 
 B--3--3------- 
 G--------2--2- 
 D------------- 
 A------------- 
 E------------- 
 
(I play it strumming 8 times each chord) 
(In every D Dsus2 part, alternate a few times between 
the two chords) 
 
A C#m7 D Dsus2 
Another suburban family morning. 
A C#m7 D Dsus2 
Grandmother screaming at the wall. 
A C#m7 D Dsus2 
We have to shout above the din of our Rice Crispies 
A C#m7 D Dsus2 
We can't hear anything at all. 
 
A  Bm7/11  B7/11 Bm7/11 
Mother chants her litany of boredom and frustration, 
A  Bm7/11  B7/11 Bm7/11 
But we know all her suicides are fake. 
F/A Dm6 F/A Dm6 
Daddy only stares into the distance 
F/A Dm6 E 
There's only so much more that he can take.  
 
Esus4 Fmaj7 G6 Fmaj7 
Many miles away something crawls from the slime 
E E  E 
At the bottom of a dark Scottish lake. 
 
A C#m7 D Dsus2 
Another industrial ugly morning 
A C#m7 D Dsus2 
The factory belches filth into the sky. 
A C#m7 D Dsus2 
He walks unhindered through the picket lines today, 
A C#m7 D Dsus2 
He doesn't think to wonder why.  
 
A  Bm7/11  B7/11  Bm7/11 
The secretaries pout and preen like cheap tarts 
in a red light street, 
A  Bm7/11  B7/11  Bm7/11 
But all he ever thinks to do is watch. 
F/A Dm6 F/A Dm6 
And every single meeting with his so-called superior 
F/A Dm6 E 
Is a humiliating kick in the crotch. 
 
Esus4 Fmaj7 G6 Fmaj7 
Many miles away something crawls to the surface 
E  E  E 
Of a dark Scottish lake. 
 
(Play the intro again 4 times singing "Yeee-ooo-ooo") 
 
Another working day has ended. 
Only the rush hour hell to face. 
Packed like lemmings into shiny metal boxes. 
Contestants in a suicidal race. 
 
Daddy grips the wheel and stares alone into the distance, 
He knows that something somewhere has to break. 
He sees the family home now looming in the headlights, 
The pain upstairs that makes his eyeballs ache. 
 
Esus4 Fmaj7 G6 Fmaj7 
Many miles away there's a shadow on the door 
E  E  
Of a cottage on the shore 
E  E  E  E   E   E  E  E  E  E   E11
Of a dark Scottish lake