(Tune down 1/2 step)
D A C G A# F E
F# E F# E
F# Thing A B F# Thing A B
Lord, I must be dreamin' - what else could this be
Everybody's screamin - runnin' for the sea
Holy Land's are sinkin' - birds take to the sky
Prophet's all are stinkin' drunk - I know the reason why
B Thing C B Thing C
Eyes are full of desire, mind is so ill at ease
Everything is on fire, shit piled up to the knees
F# Thing (add C) A B
Out of rhyme or reason - everyone's to blame
F# Thing (add B) (F#7) A B
Children of the season don't be lame
D
Sorry, you're so sorry
Bm
Don't be sorry~~
G F#
Man has known and now he's blown it
F E
Upside down and hell's the only sound
D C
We did an awful job, and now they say it's nobody's fault
Old Saint Andres seven years ago
Shove it up their richters, red lights stop and go
Noblemen of courage listen with their ears
Spoke, but it's so discouraging when no one really hears
One of these days you'll be sorry, too many houses on the stilt
Three million years or just a story, four on the floor up to the hilt
Out of rhyme or reason, everyone's to blame
Children of the season don't be lame
Sorry, you're so sorry
Don't be sorry~~
Man has known and now he's blown it
Upside down and hell's the only sound
We did an awful job, and now we're just a little too late
*Solo* (verse)
Eyes are full of desire, mind is so ill at ease
Everything is on fire, shit piled up in debris
California showtime, five'o'clock the news
Said everybody's concubine is prone to take a snooze
Sorry, you're so sorry
Don't be sorry~~
Man has known and now he's blown it
Upside down and hell's the only sound
We did an awful job, and now we're just a little too late...
F# E F# E (repeat n fade)
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