[Verse]
G D
A chance encounter at a service station
G D
boiled my blood and left my brittle body shaking /
Bm E7
It’s like I’ve travelled back in time, lager louts and violent crime,
Bb C D
a crimson cross to mark the spot, the god forsaken.
[Chorus]
D F#7 Bm
I see a fist connecting with a face /
Bb C D
I see appropriation, desecration, gangs of mindless racist reprobates /
F#7 Bm G
I need to feel like there’s something that’s worth saving in this place /
A D
But all I see is hate.
[Verse]
G D
How we struggle to find meaning in the ‘facts’ /
G D Bm
A dialogue so porous that the language drips and trickles through the gaps /
E7
Each word uttered loses pertinence and tact /
Bb C D
Muted by the noise of the attack.
[Chorus]
D F#7 Bm
I see a fist connecting with a face /
Bb C D
I see appropriation, desecration, gangs of mindless racist reprobates /
F#7 Bm G
I need to feel like there’s something that’s worth saving in this place /
A Bm A Bb
But all I see is hate.
C D
But all I see is hate.
Source: https://tabs.ultimate-guitar.com/tab/onsind/pigs_in_the_green_room_chords_1837816