The Style Council - Ghosts Of Dachau

      Em7        Bm7  Em7             Bm7               G7 
I close my eyes I reach out my hand ? and there you are 
                                                      
Bm7          Cmaj7            B7                        Em7 
Beautiful in scabs caressing my scalp under the mouths of the guntowers 
 
I shout your name I kick out in dreams and here we are 
The searchlight beams the siren squeals and hopeless shuffle to 
certainty 
 
The crab lice bite the typhoid smells and I?m still here 
Handsome in rags a trouserless man waiting helpless for dignity 
 
Em EmMaj7 Em7 EmMaj7 
Come to me angel 

Em EmMaj7 Em7 EmMaj7 
Don't go to the showers 

Em                  Em7  Cmaj7                       B7      Em7 
Beg steal or borrow now there?s nothing left to take except eternity 
 
 
And who will come to flower our graves that are still here? 
Covered with dust remembered by few but forgotten by the majority 
 
Stay will me angel do get lost in history 
Don't let all we suffered lose its meaning in the dark that we call memory