Garbage - No Horses: Ukulele Chords

        G#m          B
They'll love you too
         E
They'll love you too
They'll love you too
They'll love you too
They'll come to you
They'll come to you
They'll come to you
They'll come to you too

G#m
They'll worship you
They'll worship you
They'll worship you
They'll worship you too
They'll use you too (They'll use you too)
They'll lie to you (They'll lie to you)
They'll steal from you (They'll steal from you)
They'll sell you too (They'll sell you too)
They'll turn on you
They'll come for you
They'll hurt you too
They'll get to you too

               G#m            B
And there will be no apologies
     E               C#m
And no more security
           G#m       B
There will be no cops
      E
Just men with guns
          G#m                B
In their shiny black uniforms
           E             C#m
And their big black boots
             G#m             B
With their shiny black batons
            E
And their sleek black cars
            G#m
With their fingers on the trigger
With their fingers on the trigger
With their fingers on the trigger
And their skeleton keys

               G#m          B
And there will be no marches
            E            C#m
There will be no impurity
G#m        B
No more TV
     E                C#m
And no more cavalcades

Chorus:
     E
And no more horses, no horses
There'll be no horses, no more motorcades

           G#m             E
There's a sky full of tears
   C#m             E
A sky full of tears
          G#m              E
There's a sky full of tears
          C#m              E
There's a sky full of tears

          G#m                     E
I've been awake all night (been awake all night)
        C#m                       E
And the sun don't shine (and the sun don't shine)

And the night's so long (and the night's so long)
And the moon is in shock (the moon is in shock)

And all the lovers turn cops
And all the lovers turn cops
Oh all the lovers turn cops
Oh all the lovers turn cops

Chorus:
E
And no more horses, no horses
There'll be no horses, no more motorcades
And no more horses, no horses
There'll be no horses, no more motorcades

There's nothing to grieve
There's nothing to lose
There's nothing to hide
There's nothing to grow
There's nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing
This is the apocalypse
This is the apocalypse
This is the apocalypse
They killed the horses