Bm G
These are not dispassionate words of the cool
Bm G
the headline still rules the editorīs a fool
Bm G
shall we douse out of flames or will everybody
Bm G
fuse and leave us standing here tomorrow
Bm G
I heard a calling out a cry from the heart from
Bm G
the towns of cement and no beauty
Bm G
a whisper it turned howl, man he didnīt know
Bm G
he was standing waiting for tomorrow
D A Bm
Nothingīs left, nothingīs found
G D
there must be some common ground
Em G
oh thewrecking fields are a terrible place with
Em
a sulphurous smell and a frightening pace and the
G
hook goes in early and the critic is king and
Em G Bm
itīs hard to stay human and stand in the ring
