Crass - Banned From The Roxy Tabs

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well this song is extreamly easy to play, but still a wonderful tune.


Tuning: standard

 Guitar One
 into part w/ heavy overdrive:
   palm muted
e|---------------------|
B|---------------------|
G|---------------------|
D|---------------------|
A|---------------5-----|
E|-5555555555555-------|
guitar one plays this for the whole song.


as soon as he sings, "They keep their f**king power cause their finger's on the button,"
guitar two comes in.
  like so:
e|---5-----------5------------------|
B|---5-----------5------------------|
G|---6-----------6------------------|
D|---7--(wait)---7--(and so on...)--|
A|---7-----------7------------------|
E|---5-----------5------------------| 
(after "WHAT THE Ff**k IT'S FOR." add a D bar chord after the A)

 
 as soon as he sings, "Seeing the squaddy lying in the front yards" 
guitar two plays:
 
e|--5-5--7-7--8--8---7-7---|
B|--5-5--7-7--8--8---7-7---|
G|--6-6--8-8--9--9---8-8---|
D|--7-7--9-9--10-10--9-9---|
A|--7-7--9-9--10-10--9-9---|
E|--5-5--7-7--8--8---7-7---|

listen to the song to put the parts together, 
its not the best tab but its such an easy song.

Lyrics:

Banned from the Roxy... O.K.
I never much liked playing there anyway.
They said they only wanted well behaved boys,
Do they think guitars and microphones are just f**king toys?
f**k 'em, I chosen to make my stand,
Against what I feel is wrong with this land.
They just sit there on their overfed arses,
Feeding off the sweat of less fortunate classes.
They keep their f**king power cause their finger's on the button,
They've got control and won't let it be forgotten.
The truth of their reality is at the wrong end of a gun,
The proof of that is Belfast and that's no f**king fun.
Seeing the squaddy lying in the front yard,
Seeing the machine guns resting on the fence.
Finding the entrance to your own front door is barred
And they've got the f**king nerve to call it defence.
Seems their defence is just the threat of strength,
Protection for the privileged at any length.
The government protecting their profits from the poor,
The rich and the fortunate chaining up the door.
Afraid that the people may ask for a little more
Than the sh*t they get. The sh*t they get.
The sh*t they get. The sh*t they get.
The sh*t they get. The sh*t they get.
The sh*t they get. The sh*t they get.
DEFENCE? sh*t, IT'S NOTHING LESS THEN WAR
AND NO ONE BUT THE GOVERNMENT KNOWS WHAT THE f**k IT'S FOR.

Oh yes they say it's defence, they say it's decency,
Mai Lai, Hiroshima, know what I mean?
The same f**king lies with depressing frequency,
They say "We had to do it to keep our lives clean"
Well whose like? Whose f**king life?
Who the f**k are they talking to?
Whose life? Whose f**king life?
I tell you one thing, it ain't me and you.
And their system, christ, they're everywhere,
School, army, church, corporation deal.
A f**ked up reality based on fear,
A f**king conspiracy to stop you feeling real.
Well ain't got me, I'd say their f**king wrong,
I ain't quite ready with my gun, but I've got my song...
Banned from the Roxy, well O.K.
I never much liked playing there anyway.
GUNS.