Marrakech / New Model Army Each verse: They found us in the courtyard at our table in the shade We toasted our last few moments and then the end came They took us back to the airstrip, in a beaten up old car And we rattled avross the African scrubland in silence Our hands locked together in cold steel cuffs Sometimes I wish it was still that way... Bridge: ... Remark: B2 is equivalent to Bm with the little finger not being used. The complete lyrics you find on the album "Impurity" by NMA. This song is one of my favorites. Please mail comments, corrections, info's or other songs to un3g@rzstud1.rz.uni-karlsruhe.de or s_bohn@iraul1.ira.uka.de Looking forward to feedback of (nearly) all kind! Juergen Bohn, Karlsruhe, Germany