King Of The Night chords and lyrics - WORKING WEEK

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[Intro 1]
[Em][C][D]

[Verse 1]
[D]The [Em]sun [C#dim]comes floating
[C]down [Em]on this busy
London [C]town
People rushing home from
the [D]working day
[Em]Tired eyes get lighter, street lamps get brighter,
[C]evening breeze waves through the trees and
the [D]cats come out to [Em]play, me I suppose I'm doing fine,
[D]sitting [C]here in 96, although it
[D]feels like [Bm]sixty [D]-nine
When the [Em]cats go out [A]at [Em]night
[B]There's [C#dim]a theory [Em]in the dark
That [B]you will [Em]never get the better
[Bm]Of the fools of the gi[C]rls inside
There is no alley [D]corner safer
[Em]Than the main city light[B]
He walks this way
[C]The sound of a hundred neo[Cm]n
The voice of a thou[C]sand reasons
step [Bm]in now, a back beat that's li[Am]fting time, ki[C]ng of the ni[Em]ght,
[A]kin[Bm]g of [Em]the [A]night,[G] a y[Em]oung boy scrapes
off the grime of the day,
[D]from a [C]dirty jar he pulls a half -used [D]razor [Bm]blade,[Em]
Toothpaste white [D]from a [Em]silly grin
[C#dim]His heart[A] be[C]ats faster as he feels
The [D]working night's about to spin
[B]His [Em]father says[A]
[Em]he's proud and [A]mean
But he [C]knows he's the best looking boy
[D]That his mother's ever seen
He leads a [Em]team of best left unlocked
He'll take the ship [A]in the [Em]night
Never knowing where the boat will dock
A fleet [Am]that's [C]without a plot
On [Em]this summer night
The heat will never stop
[B]He's always right
[C]He is a soldier of rhythm
[Bb]He i[Cm]s the weeping of dreamers[C]
[Bm]Taking shots of light
[D]From the [Am]midnight haze,
[C]king of the [Em]night[A][Em][B]
[Em]King [A]of the[Em] nigh[B]t[Em][C][Em]
[B][C][D#]
[C][Cm][B][Bm][Am][C][Em][A]
[Em][A][Em]
Now the moonlight fades,
turn a slate box of gray
[C#dim]I feel ra[C]indrops baptizing
[D]a new -born d[Em]ay.
The city's sleeping,
I can hear no children [C#dim]weeping.
[A]Sta[C]rs are falling, a boy is dre[D]aming[C],
though his [D]eyes are wide [Em]awake.
Hopping pills doesn't mean a thing
When he [C]sees her face on
that album sleeve
[D]An d he hears her say
When the [Em]cats go out at night
There's a fear in the dark
That you will never get the better
Of the [C]pools [Am]of the girls inside
[C]There [Em]is no alley corner safer
Than the main city line
[B]He walks this way
[C]It's out of a hundred yards
[D#]The [Cm]voice of a thousand [Cm]is
just [Bm]stepping [D]out
[Bm]Backbeat, [Am]lifting time
Hang on [Em]the [Em]night
[Em]Hang [Em]on the ni[Em]ght[Em]
Skid skid, skid skiddy [D]ya