Down On Me (by The Cult)

I love this song, pity it's just a demo. It can be played with acoustic guitar 
although chorus (and pre-chorus) are 5th with distortion.

Verse arrangements:

   C        Am       Dm       G
e--0--0--0--0--0--0--1-1h3-0--3--3--3-- | 
B--1--0--1--1--0--1--3-3---3--0--1--0-- | 
G--0--0--0--2--2--2--2-2---2--0--0--0-- | 
D--2--2--2--2--2--2--0-0---0--0--0--0-- | 
A--3--3--3--0--0--0-----------2--2--2-- | 
E-----------------------------3--3--3-- | 


INTRO
C Am Dm G x2

C                  Am    Dm
The poet's head is dead
                       G
His words have been misread
C                        Am   Dm
And the cynic's lips are dry
                     G        C
His vulture tongue obsessed

( C )       Dm
You gotta love the earth
G
Don't burn my wings
Em
Too close to the sun

CHORUS
Am                    C        G
What the hell am I supposed to do
G                   C       Am
When you're pushing hard on me
Am                   C        G
who the hell am I supposed to be
G                        C    Am
When you're bleeding all over me

C Dm G ( G )

C
God knows I'm good
Am
So misunderstood
          Dm    G
Coming to you   Ah-ah
C
I'm down on my own
Am
No spirit unknown
       Dm         G                        C
That's why I'm supposed to believe in you

( C )    Dm
I love the earth
G
Don't burn my wings
Em
Too close to the sun

(CHORUS)
What the hell am I supposed to do
When you're pushing hard on me
who the hell am I supposed to be
When you're bleeding all over me

Am
Said it before
Em
Sayin' it again
( Em )
Holy fools yea

C Dm G G x2

(CHORUS)
What the hell am I supposed to do
When you're pushing hard on me
who the hell am I supposed to be
When you're bleeding hard for me

Am                             C                  G
What are you gonna do when the light gets in your eye
G                                       C    Am
You're gonna find that there's--there's life outside
Am          C        G
Who am I supposed to be
G              C             Am
When you're so hard, hard on me

OUTRO
( C )                   Am
Oh the poet's head is dead
Dm                  G
His words have been misread
C                    Am
The cynic's lips are dry
Dm                  G
His vulture tongue obsessed

( G )                       C                 
And he wants to know that God knows I'm good...
( Am ) ( Dm ) ( G ) ( C )