Tuning D# G# C# F# A# d#

Intro: 
D  A  C  G  A#  F    E 
F# E   F# E 

verse 1: 
F#                    A B  F#                    A B 
Lord, I must be dreamin' - what else could this be 
F#               A B   F#                A B 
Everybody's screamin - runnin' for the sea 
F#                   A B  F#                  A B 
Holy Land's are sinkin' - birds take to the sky 
F#                           A B   F#                  A B 
Prophet's all are stinkin' drunk - I know the reason why 

Pre Chorus 1: 
B                  C      B             C 
Eyes are full of desire, mind is so ill at ease 
B                  C    B             C 
Everything is on fire, shit piled up to the knees 


[Refrão]
F#                               C          A B 
Out of rhyme or reason - everyone's to blame 
F#              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 

verse 2: 
F#          A B  F#            A B 
Old Saint Andres seven years ago 
F#                 A B      F#                   A B 
Shove it up their richters, red lights stop and go 
F#             A B   F#                  A B 
Noblemen of courage listen with their ears 
F#                         A B   F#                    A B 
Spoke, but it's so discouraging when no one really hears 

Pre Chorus 2: 
B                  C                B             C 
One of these days you'll be sorry, too many houses on the stilt 
B                  C                  B             C 
Three million years or just a story, four on the floor up to the hilt 


[Refrão]
F#                               C          A B 
Out of rhyme or reason - everyone's to blame 
F#              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 we're just a little too late 

Solo 

Pre Chorus 3: 
B                  C       B             C 
Eyes are full of desire, mind is so ill at ease 
B                   C   B             C 
Everything is on fire, shit piled up in debris 


[Refrão]
F#                            C          A B 
California showtime, five'o'clock the news 
F#              B                           F#7  A B 
Said everybody's concubine is prone to take a snooze 
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 we're just a little too late... 

Outro: 
F# E  F# E