| G/D/C | D/G |
| VERSE 1: |
| G | |
| Stuck on limbo bridge |
| D | |
| Where | below me ol' Nick grins |
| C | G | |
| Then l | aughs through the chaos of it | all |
| G | |
| Gets up off his chair |
| D | |
| Spins a | jig to my despair |
| C | D | G | |
| He can't | wait to count the | times where I went | wrong |
| G | |
| Underneath the bush |
| D | |
| Lay a | begger out of luck |
| C | G | |
| On his | lips was a taste he | forgets |
| G | |
| His | hopes are filled with sand |
| D | |
| That he | watched fall through his hand |
| C | D | G | |
| Every | grain was a | lifetime of | regret |
| CHORUS: |
| D | G | |
| So go and | bow your head and weep |
| C | D | G | |
| For you | r world won't c | hange while you | sleep |
| D | G | |
| Yeah, go and bow your head and | weep |
| C | D | Em | |
| For the | summer that was lost, no | w is gone |
| C | D | G | |
| Yeah, the summer that was | lost, now is g | one |
| VERSE 2: |
| G | |
| Fertile Mrs. Moore |
| D | |
| Had th | irteen kids but still looked good |
| C | G | |
| Til' he | r ol' man jumped lea | ve on a ship |
| G | |
| She | never read a book |
| D | |
| But by C | hrist she understood |
| C | D | G | |
| That the | meanin' of | life starts in | bed |
| Chorus |
| SOLO: |
| D/G/C D/G (x2) |
| VERSE 3: |
| G | |
| Killer Kilbain |
| D | |
| Beat me | senseless everyday |
| C | G | |
| I hope that | bastard is beneath a head of | stone |
| G | |
| Where I'll | dance upon his grave |
| D | |
| For all the | madness I now crave |
| C | D | G | |
| While the | scars that | remain are still a | curse |
| G | |
| Stuck on limbo bridge |
| D | |
| Where | below me ol' Nick grins |
| C | G | |
| Then l | aughs through the chaos of it | all |
| G | |
| Gets up off his chair |
| D | |
| Spins a | jig to my despair |
| C | D | G | |
| He can't | wait to count the | times where I went | wrong |
| C | D | G | |
| Yeah, he can't | wait to count the | times where I went | wrong |
| LAST CHORUS: |
| D | G | |
| So go and bow your head and | weep |
| C | D | G | |
| For your w | orld won't ch | ange while you s | leep |
| D | G | |
| Yeah, go and | bow your head and | weep |
| C | D | Em | |
| For the | summer that was | lost, now is | gone |
| C | D | Em | |
| For the | summer that was | lost, now is | gone |
| C | D | Em | |
| For the | summer that was | lost, now is | gone |
| C | D | G | |
| For the | summer that was | lost, now is | gone |