A                               F#m7 F#m   
You have no interest in the past
              E      C
Where you came from
                H    
Where you're going to

A                            F#m7 F#m  
There's a cliche in your eye
            E        C 
File the edges down
           H
Soon be underground

C
There's nothing here for you under the sun
A                                          E  
There's nothing new to do, it's all been done
                        H
So put your faith in another place

C
Never seem to get away from this
A                         E 
It's all fallen into an abyss
                          H
So put your foot on the pedal boy

A                         F#m7 F#m  
All you know is secondhand
        E            C
Bullet pass through
            H        
The cage inside you

A                                 F#m7 F#m  
You stole the only thing you love
       E      C
So unfaithful
          H
Drop is fatal