UB40 - Food for Thought

These are the chords I play all the way through - they seem to fit just fine [D] Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, Waiting for the manna coming from the west. Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes, Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies. Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead. Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head. Politician's argue sharpening their knives. Drawing up their Bargains, trading baby lives. Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, Waiting for the manna (guitartabs.cc)

These are the chords I play all the way through - they seem to fit just fine [D] Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, Waiting for the manna coming from the west. Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes, Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies. Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead. Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head. Politician's argue sharpening their knives. Drawing up their Bargains, trading baby lives. Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, Waiting for the manna (azchords.com)

These are the chords I play all the way through - they seem to fit just fine [D] Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, Waiting for the manna coming from the west. Barren is her bosom, empty as her eyes, Death a certain harvest scattered from the skies. Skin and bones is creeping, doesn't know he's dead. Ancient eyes are peeping, from his infant head. Politician's argue sharpening their knives. Drawing up their Bargains, trading baby lives. Ivory Madonna dying in the dust, Waiting for the manna (guitaretab.com)