The lines of my earth,
so brittle so unfertile, and ready to die
I need a drink, but the well has gone dry
And we in the habit of saying
the same things all over again,
for the money we shall make.
This is the last song that I write
To You tell me otherwise
And it\'s because I just don\'t feel it
This is the last song
To You tell me otherwise
And it\'s because I just don\'t feel it anymore
Intro chords
It should be our time
This fertile youth\'s black soil is ready for rain
The harvest is nigh, but the well has gone dry
And they in the habit of saying
the same things all over again
about the money we shall make
chorus