| F | Bb | Cm | Bb | |
| We've got | old news, | wrapped up in | old blues |
| A | G# | G | A | G# | G | |
| We | can't | afford the | call, hell, we | don't know | where we | are |
| A | Cm | Bb | |
| C'mon, we're dead on our feet but we're | walk | ing |
| F | Bb | Cm | Bb | |
| We've been | stripped down, | hog-tied and | found out |
| A | G# | G | A | G# | G | |
| And | thrown in | to the | choir, like | sticks in | to a | fire |
| A | Cm | Bb | |
| C'mon, I'm sleeping in the street, casuse its so | easy to | dream |
| F | |
| But so hard to say good | night |
| F | Bb | Cm | Bb | A | G# | G | |
| We've been | toiling in | transistor | soil and | digging | up a | voice |
| A | G# | G | |
| from a | fallow | field of | noise |
| A | Cm | Bb | |
| A dog from the past started | barkin | g |
| F | Bb | Cm | Bb | |
| We've been | stripped down, | hog-tied and | found out |
| A | G# | G | A | G# | G | |
| And | thrown in | to the | choir, like | sticks in | to a | fire |
| A | Cm | Bb | |
| C'mon, I'm sleeping in the street, casuse its so | easy to | dream |
| F | |
| But so hard to say good | night |