| Dm | Bb | F | F |
| Dm | Bb | F | F | |
| He im | agines the | world |
| Dm | Bb | F | F | |
| As the | angel asc | endin | g |
| Am | Dm | |
| Like the ghost of a | man |
| C | |
| Who is | tied up to the chair |
| And he tries to believe |
| That his life has a meaning |
| With his hand on his heart |
| Pour le monde, pas pour la guerre |
| And I wake up blind |
| Like my dreams were too bright |
| And I lost my regard |
| For the good things that I had |
| And the radio was sad |
| When you listen for good |
| In a hope that comes to nothing |
| Cause the liars moved in |
| And they believe their own |
| Dark medicine |
| You act so nonchalant |
| But he is not a dog |
| Perform for you in the stadium |
| For the world, not for the war |
| And he won't hesitate |
| Though it might lead to heartache |
| In the nightclub Indigo |
| For the world not for the war |
| Pour le monde, pas pour la guerre |
| Bb | C | |
| When you | listen for | good |
| F | Eb | |
| In a | hope that comes to nothin | g |
| Bb | C | |
| 'Cause the | liars have moved i | n |
| F | |
| And they be | lieve their own |
| Eb | |
| Dark medic | ine |
| Believing it's good |
| Behind their jaded eyes |
| A dilemma |
| He's the best |
| You've ever had |
| He's so low |
| You'll never know |
| (He's the best) |
| You'll never know |
| (He's so low) |
| You'll never know, oh oh oh oh |
| . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .know |
| (He's so low) |
| You'll never know |
| (He's the best)/Here we go |