{INT} -> The lines of my earth, so brittle so unfertile, and ready to die I need a drink, but the well has gone dry And we in the habit of saying the same things all over again, for the money we shall make. chorus: This is the last song that I write To You tell me otherwise And it\'s because I just don\'t feel it {anymore (2nd time)} intro chords riff 1: e---12b-9---(x3)---12b-15-- It should be our time This fertile youth\'s black soil is ready for rain The harvest is nigh, but the well has gone dry And they in the habit of saying the same things all over again about the money we shall make chorus