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