| A | |
| I dream of all the years decaying |
| A | |
| I dream of bitter ending street smiles |
| G | A | |
| Hateful goodbyes, demented lines |
| (Do 1st stanza chords) |
| I dream of guns with red round triggers |
| And bullets that won't ever miss |
| And wounds that won't heal, hands that won't fell |
| Chorus: |
| D | |
| Is this holl | ow ground sinking? |
| A | |
| Will te | ars stop their falling? |
| G | A | |
| Can I sp | eak the truth if they cut my tongue? |
| D | E | |
| One night you wake up yo | u're screaming with trembling hands |
| A G (hold) |
| And the frightening part is you don't understand. |
| Ad Lib: (Do stanza chords) |
| A | G | |
| And | as we go on living each day |
| A | A | |
| We must tell ourselves that | we have to carry on |
| A | A | |
| And every n | ight, as we lay down and deliver our prayers |
| Dm | G | A | |
| To live to see another day, but down | here no on | e cares |
| Dm | G | A | |
| And your troubles will be found, buried 6 fee | t in the ground | . |
| Ad Lib: (Do stanza chords) |
| (Do 1st stanza chords) |
| We dream a land of milk and money |
| Of coffee mornings bright and sunny |
| Sex on the phone, you're not alone |
| A | G | A | |
| And every | night, as we lay down and deliver | our prayers |
| Dm | G | A | |
| To live to see another day, but when | nightmares come | around |
| Dm | |
| We'll be drinking all our wine |
| G | A | |
| Buried 6 f | eet in the ground |
| Coda: A-Dm-G-; (2x) A (hold) |
| (do stanza chords 3x) |