The ^Gyellow sun ^D Well, it ^Emtook the hand ^Em Of a ^Dcountry b^Dsus2oy To a city in a ^Cfar-off lan^Cd

We ^Gmade no mark^D No sh^Emadow at al^Eml On the a^Dncient, holy str^Dsus2eets Where I l^Cearned to crawl^C

The b^Aroke ^G and the b^Cruised^F The young and the ^Cused The sure and conf^Gused All h^Emere

^AWords will land on me Then ab^A/Dandon me ^F#mMangle, unt^Eangle me ^DLeave me on the floor ^ARhymes, they sprang in me Summer s^A/Dang in me But ^F#msummer s^Eings in me ^Bm7no more

Now I'm ^Gtwenty-fiv^De And trying to s^Emtay alive ^Em In a ^Dcorner of the ^Dsus2world With no clear ^Cenemies to figh^Ct

It's ^Ghot as hel^Dl We're like ^Embutter on toast ^Em But there's no ^Darmy in this ^Dsus2world That can f^Cight a ghost^C

The b^Aroke ^G and the b^Cruised^F The young and the ^Cused The sure and conf^Gused All h^Emere

^AWords will land on me Then ab^A/Dandon me ^F#mMangle, unt^Eangle me ^DLeave me on the floor ^ARhymes, they sprang in me Summer s^A/Dang in me But ^F#msummer s^Eings in me ^Bm7no more

Listening to the^D7sus2 cries Exch^Em7angings The s^Fmaj7ilence in the foreign ground Listening to the ^D7sus2thunder The s^Emky is strange St^Gretched over everyone Listening to the ^D7sus2tanks The ^Emshots come The n^Fmaj7oise from dusk till dawn Listening to the c^D7sus2alls ^Em7Shouts, frustr^Aation

At ^Gtwenty-one^D I was b^Emorn a son ^Em And ^Don that day I ^Dsus2knew I could k^Cill ^C

To pr^Gotect the one^Ds We put ^Embullets in ^Emguns Or a^Dnything it ^Dsus2takes To take a ^Clife until it's ^Cstill