E5                        D5 
Your knuckles whiten on the wheel 
                             C5 
The last thing that your hands will fell 
                             B5 
Your final flight can't be delayed 
E5                        D5 
No land just sky it's so serene 
                             C5 
Your pink fat lips let go a scream 
                             B5 
You fry and melt I love the scene 
 

          G5     D5 
Sometimes I fantasize 
            C5 
When the streets are cold and lonely 
         G5 
And the cars they burn below me 
 

             G5               D5 
Don't these times fill your eyes 
          C5 
When the streets are cold and lonely 
         G5 
And the cars they burn bellow me 
          D5 
Are you alone 
            E5 
Is anybody home 
 

E5 - D5 - C5 - B5 
 
 
(Igual ao primeiro verso) 
I'M STANDING WARM AGAINST THE COLD 
NOW THAT THE FLAMES 
HAVE TAKEN HOLD 
AT LEAST YOU LEFT YOUR LIFE IN STYLE 
 
AND FOR AS FAR AS I CAN SEE 
TIN TWISTED GRILLS GRIN BACK AT ME 
BAD MONEY DIES I LOVE THE SCENE