| Em2 | Am7 | |
| Rain on the br | ain |
| Em2 | D/F# | Am7 | |
| Now ther | e's | flowers in | your window |
| She oh she's so strange |
| I dont know anything about her |
| G | |
| If | its all the same to you |
| D/F# | |
| Here's | what im gonna do |
| Em2 | |
| I'm g | onna write a song |
| Am7 | |
| Gonna s | ing it to everyone |
| G | |
| Then I'l | l sing it to you |
| D/F# | |
| 'Cos it | was you that wrote it too |
| Em2 | |
| Thi | s could be the last train |
| Search, within yourself, |
| the feelings, everybody's got them |
| You left me on the shelf |
| And now there no one to rely on |
| If its all the same to you |
| Here's what im gonna do |
| I'm gonna buy a gun |
| Gonna shoot everything, everyone |
| And them ill come for you |
| Cos it was you that drove me to... |
| This could be the last train |
| Bridge: Em2 Am7...Am7 |
| Em2 | Am7 | |
| Window, with a ro | om |
| Em2 | |
| In | her hair and on her jacket |
| Am7 | G | |
| There' | s a picture in white of | Che Guevara |
| D/F# | |
| A | s he sits beneath the tree, |
| Em2 | |
| th | at's not important |
| Am7 | |
| We | ll maybe he looked a bit like me |
| G | D/F# | Am7 | |
| I | f you too | k all the littl | e feelings in your heart |
| G | D/F# | Am7 | |
| And too | k all those lit | tle feelings | all apart |
| G | D/F# | Am7 | Em2 | |
| O | h now w | hat's the poi | nt in do | ing all of that? |
| To Giunga: |
| "Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus, |
| rumoresque senum severiorum |
| omnes unius aestimemus assis. |
| Da mi basia mille, deinde centum, |
| dein mille altera, dein secunda centum, |
| deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum; |
| dein cum milia multa facerimus, |
| conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus, |
| aut ne quis malus invidere possit, |
| cum tantum sciat esse basiorum." |
| -Catullus |
| Let's live, my Lesbia, and love each other |
| and less than one "assis" . |
| let's extime the rumors of the elderly . |
| Give me one thousand kisses and then one hundred, |
| so one thousand more and one hundred more, |
| then withuout stopping for a moment |
| one thousand more and one hundred more; |
| finally, after we have summed up the many thusands, |
| we will cheat on the total, |
| either because we don't want to know it, |
| or so that no one could enviously send us bad wishes |
| when he will know the amount of our kisses. |