Csus4 is a C chord with the fourth string raised one fret, so, rather than x32010, it is x33010. 

Use a capo on II for the same key as the original

During the chorus, I recommend playing G as an E barred at the third fret.  
This is definitely optional, but I think it sounds better/more accurate.


C                              Csus4
Stray cats with fish heads, feeding their litters

G
Feral kids fight over rats, tailed from gutters

F
Bookie mouth brokers, rotten fruit sellers

C                   Csus4        G
Pickpockets ghost through the crowd

He climbs onto boxes by market stall traders
Toothless and gray haired, thousand yard stare
He had a vision which broke the receiver
Receiving transmission, surface to air

C           F
Either way, I'm in awe of you

G              F
Either way, we'll survive

Conjuring devils, angels and demons
Only the children see shape to his tone
Laughing and crying, his song fell upon us
We buried his treasure along with his bones

Arms held aloft, away to the sky
Innocent witness, he testified
Drained of his purpose, he falls off the quayside
Absorbed by the ocean, rolled by the tide

Either way, I'm in awe of you
Either way, we'll survive
Either way, I'm in awe of you
Either way, we'll survive, we'll survive

Under the power lines which crackle and sparkle
Under the freeway, now, mostly rubble
The hungry still gather to fill up with stories
Of monsters and heroes and men

Under the stars, which prick us and call us
Connect us to hope that perfection's within
Is here on the ground, we're reckless and hopeless
Damned by the slip of a pen

Rambling poets, manic with vision
We are the drivers, yet we feel driven
Moths in the moonlight, fooled by a flashlight
Caught in a jam jar, gasping for air

Rambling poets, manic with vision
We are the drivers, yet we feel driven
Moths in the moonlight, fooled by a flashlight
Caught in a jam jar, gasping for air

Rambling poets, manic with vision
We are the drivers, yet we feel driven
Moths in the moonlight, fooled by a flashlight
Caught in a jam jar, gasping for air

Rambling poets, manic with vision
We are the drivers, yet we feel driven
Moths in the moonlight, fooled by a flashlight
Caught in a jam jar, gasping for air

Either way, I'm in awe of you
Either way, we'll survive, we'll survive