AWeE don't own this place, though we act as if we did, DItE's a loan from the children of our children's kids. BmTheA actual owners haven't even been born yet. But we never tend the garden and rarely we pay the rent, Some of it is broken and the rest of it is bent Put it all on plastic and I wonder where we'll be when the bills hit.Standard guitar tuning:EADGBENo capo
ChorusAWe can run, EBut we can't hide from it. DOf all possible worlds, EWe only got one: AWe gotta to ride on it. AWhatever we've done, EWe'll never get far from what we leave behind, F♯mBabyD, we can run, run, run, but we can't hide. I'm dumpin' my trash in your back yard Makin' certain you don't notice really isn't so hard You're so busy with your guns and all of your excuses to use them. Well, it's oil for the rich and babies for the poor, We got everyone believin' that more is more, If a reckoning comes, maybe we will know what to do then. We can run, But we can't hide from it. Of all possible worlds, We only got one: We gotta to ride on it. Whatever we've done, We'll never get far from what we leave behind, Baby, we can run, run, run, but we can't hide. EOhA no, we can't hide.
BridgeF♯mAll EthDese complications seem to leave no choice, F♯mI heEarDd the tongues of billions speak with just one voice, F♯mSayiEng, "Just leave all the rest to me, DI C♯mneed it worse than you, you see." BmAnd then I heard... The Csound of one child crying. Today I went walking in the amber wind, There's a hole in the sky where the light pours in I remembered the days when I wasn't afraid of the sunshine. But now it beats down on the asphalt land Like a hammering blow from God's left hand What little still grows cringes in the shade like a bad vine.