C# E A F#m
Well sunrise in the land of the pharaohs
F#m C# E A
I see my broken arrows scattered 'cross the plain.
C# E A
Well sunrise on the river in the city
F#m C# E A
I'm feeling pretty shitty in the wreckage of my life.
B A
So if you want to live; let's live together
A F#m E A
in bows and feathers, in Weimar decadence
B B A
And if you want to die, well we can take that low road
A F#m E A
cause dying is easy, it's living that's hard.
C# E A F#m
Well sunrise in the land of milk and honey
F#m C# E A
she says "My little bunny is this all that there is?"
C# E A
Well sunrise in the land of southern idols
F#m C# E A
Lines and hotel bibles and fallen debutantes
B A
So if you want to see what's in the shadows:
A F#m E A
the burning meadows of our apocalypse
B A
I dream of fallow fields I dream of winter
A F#m E A
cause dying is easy, It's living that's hard.