| A | G | |
| The Woman in blue, she's | asking for revenge |
| A | G | |
| The man in white that's you, says he | has no friends |
| A | G | |
| The river is swollen up with, | rusty cans |
| A | E | |
| And the trees are burning in your | promised land |
| Chorus |
| D | A | |
| And there are no letters in the | mailbox |
| D | A | |
| And there are no grapes upon the v | ine |
| D | A | |
| And there are no chocolates in the | boxes anymore |
| E | A | |
| And there are no | diamonds in the | mine |
| Verse 2 |
| A | G | |
| Well you tell me that your lover has a | broken limb |
| A | G | |
| You say your kinda restless now and it's | on account of him |
| A | G | |
| Well I saw the man in question it was | just the other night |
| A | E | |
| He was eating up a lady where the | lions and christians fight |
| Chorus |
| D | A | |
| And there are no letters in the | mailbox |
| D | A | |
| And there are no grapes upon the v | ine |
| D | A | |
| And there are no chocolates in the | boxes anymore |
| E | A | |
| And there are no | diamonds in the | mine |
| Verse 3 |
| A | G | |
| There is no comfort in the | covens of the witch |
| A | G | |
| Some very clever doctor went and | sterilised the bitch |
| A | G | |
| And the only man of energy, yes the | revolution's pride |
| A | E | |
| He trained a hundred women just to | kill an unborn child |
| Chorus |
| D | A | |
| And there are no letters in your | mailbox |
| D | A | |
| And there are no grapes upon your | vine |
| D | A | |
| And there are no chocolates in your | boxes anymore |
| E | A | |
| And there are no | diamonds in your | mine |