Capo 2nd fret

Standard (EADGBE)

Intro

Rain on the brain

Now there's flowers in your window

She oh she's so strange

I dont know anything about her

If its all the same to you

Here's what im gonna do

I'm gonna write a song

Gonna sing it to everyone

Then I'll sing it to you

'Cos it was you that wrote it too

This could be the last train

Search, within yourself,

the feelings, everybody's got them

You left me on the shelf

And now there no one to rely on

If its all the same to you

Here's what im gonna do

I'm gonna buy a gun

Gonna shoot everything, everyone

And them ill come for you

Cos it was you that drove me to...

This could be the last train

Bridge

Window, with a room

In her hair and on her jacket

There's a picture in white of Che Guevara

As he sits beneath the tree,

that's not important

Well maybe he looked a bit like me

If you took all the little feelings in your heart

And took all those little feelings all apart

Oh now what's the point in doing all of that?

To Giunga:

"Vivamus, mea Lesbia, atque amemus,

rumoresque senum severiorum

omnes unius aestimemus assis.

Da mi basia mille, deinde centum,

dein mille altera, dein secunda centum,

deinde usque altera mille, deinde centum;

dein cum milia multa facerimus,

conturbabimus illa, ne sciamus,

aut ne quis malus invidere possit,

cum tantum sciat esse basiorum."

-Catullus

Let's live, my Lesbia, and love each other

and less than one "assis" .

let's extime the rumors of the elderly .

Give me one thousand kisses and then one hundred,

so one thousand more and one hundred more,

then withuout stopping for a moment

one thousand more and one hundred more;

finally, after we have summed up the many thusands,

we will cheat on the total,

either because we don't want to know it,

or so that no one could enviously send us bad wishes

when he will know the amount of our kisses.