A              Bm               D                A
His feet lay heavy on the road that led to Birmingham
  A      G#m     F#m    E          G            A
Unseeing eyes, defeated cries, the mysteries of men
    A               Bm                  D                 A
The many hears, the helpless tears that left the troubled brow
  A        G#m  F#m             E        G           A
A man once tall, he fought them all, but he is older now


[Instrumental]
A D D A


[Verse 2]
    A                  Bm                   D              A
For in your youth, you think the truth will always win the game
     A       G#m         F#m     E           D                     A
Some men are kings, some men are rooks, some men are pawns to blame
    A               Bm                       D                 A
But if your skin is coloured black, well the dice are hidden in
    A        G#m       F#m       E         G             A
The minds of fools who twist the rules, so you can never win


[Chorus]
A           C#m         F#m  E          D
Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face
        F#m     E     D
There's nothing but a space, you're hollow


[Instrumental]
A D D A


[Verse 3]
  A            Bm           D                    A
Unlighted sky, begins to cry, the shabby coat is weak
    A          G#m     F#m        E           D                      A
And homes with windows dressed in warmth, and mouths that never speak
    A                 Bm                  D               A
His mind is dead, his visions spread that pass before his feet
    A      G#m    F#m        E          G                    A     D D A
And thankfully he wears that dream that shields him from the street


[Verse 4]
    A              Bm               D                   A
Goodnight my friend, this is the end, you'll never cry again
       A     G#m     F#m    E       G                    A
You'll never have to smile away the bastards and the pain
   A               Bm              D            A
Is it too late, or can you wait to take another turn
    A      G#m    F#m       E         G               A
And walk together down that road that leads to Birmingham


[Chorus]
A           C#m         F#m  E          D
Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face
        F#m     E     D
There's nothing but a space, inside you


[Instrumental]
A D D A


[Chorus]
A           C#m         F#m  E          D
Birmingham, Birmingham, underneath your face
        F#m     E     D
There's nothing but a space


[Outro]
Amaj7       Dmaj7
     You're hollow