One Hundred Years Chords, Guitar Tab, & Lyrics - The Cure

[Intro]
(drums)
(riff 1) x2
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[Verse 1] 0’36”
Cm                             B
It doesn’t matter if we all die
Cm                                  B
Ambition in the back of a black car
Cm                                       B
In a high building there is so much to do
Cm                                  B
Going home time a story on the radio
 
[Instrumental] 1’06”
Cm   B
Cm   B
 
[Verse 2] 1’20”
Cm                                               B
Something small falls out of your mouth, and we laugh
Cm                               B
A prayer for something better, a prayer for something better
              Cm                                   B
Please love me, meet my mother, but the fear takes hold
Cm                                                   B
Creeping up the stairs in the dark, waiting for the death blow
                Bb
Waiting for the death blow
Bb
 
Bb
 
Bb                     Cm
Waiting for the death blow
 
(riff 1)
(riff 2)
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[Verse 3] 2’32”
Cm                                          B
Stroking your hair as the patriots are shot
Cm                                     B
Fighting for freedom on the television
Cm                                      B
Sharing the world with slaughtered pigs
Cm                                                B
Have we got everything? She struggles to get away...
Cm                                           B
The pain and the creeping feeling, a little black haired girl
Cm                                             B
Waiting for Saturday, the death of her father pushing her
Cm                                      B
Pushing her white face into the mirror, aching inside me and turn me round
Cm                                    B
Just like the old days, just like the old days
              Bb
Just like the old days
Bb
 
Bb
 
Bb                 Cm
Just like the old days
(riff 2)
(riff 3)
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[Verse 4] 4’14”
Cm                                            B
Caressing an old man and painting a lifeless face
Cm                                      B
Just a piece of new meat in a clean room
Cm                                    B
The soldiers close in under a yellow moon
Cm                                            B
All shadows and deliverance under a black flag
Cm                                           B
A hundred years of blood crimson the ribbon tightens round my throat,
 
I open my mouth and my
Cm                                     B
head bursts open, a sound like a tiger thrashing in the water, thrashing in the water
Cm                                  B
Over and over we die one after the other
Cm                                  B
Over and over we die one after the other
              Bb
One after the other, one after the other
 
One after the other, one after the other
 
[Outro] 5’25”
                F#
It feels like a hundred years, a hundred years
 
A hundred years, a hundred years
 
[final solo, 10th fret string e]
A hundred years