Dm Gm C F F/E Dm 1. The lines of my earth, so brittle, unfertile and ready to die 2. It should be our time, this fertile youth's black soil is ready for rain
G C Csus4 C I need a drink but the well has gone dry the harvest is nigh, but the well has gone dry
Dm Gm C F F/E Dm And we in the habit of saying the same things all over again And they in the habit of saying the same things all over again
G C for the money we shall make about the money we shall make
CHORUS:
Gm Bb F F/E Dm C G This is the last song that I write 'til you tell me otherwise
Bb F (F#) and it's because I just don't feel it
Gm Bb F F/E Dm This is the last song 'til you tell me otherwise
F (F#) Gm Bbm6 Dm...
and it's because I just don't feel it ...any more [go to VERSE 1 after first CHORUS]
[after second CHORUS repeat INTRO during solo]
[after solo repeat CHORUS for a third time]
[after third CHORUS, repeat INTRO during second solo]