As it is written, damn it So let it be wrung From throats of those in overthrow The past at last has come A savage bite without respite Pervades the freezing air This winter chill, grist for his mill If tears of joy will blear elsewhere And church bells drown in the cracks of doom ...
[F] When the sun [Am] goes down [F] And the band [C] won't play [F] I'll [G] always remember [C] us this way [Am] Lovers in the night [F] But what's trying to write [C] We don't know how to run, but [G] damn we try But [Am] all I really [F] want is ...