F Lord, I must be dreamin' - G# A# what else could this be F Everybody's screamin - G# A# runnin' for the sea Holy lands are sinking Birds take to the sky The prophets are all stinking drunk I know the reason why A# B A# B Eyes are full of desire, mind is so ill at ease A# B A# B Everything is on fire, shit piled up to the knees Chorus: F G# A# Out of rhyme or reason - everyone's to blame F G# B Children of the season don't be lame C# Sorry, you're so sorry A#m Don't be sorry F# F Man has known and now he's blown it E D# Upside down and hell's the only sound C# We did an awful job, C F and now they say it's nobody's fault Old Saint Andres seven years ago Shove it up their richters, red lights stop and go Noblemen of courage listen with their ears Spoke, but it's so discouraging when no one really hears One of these days you'll be sorry, too many houses on the stilt Three million years or just a story, four on the floor up to the hilt Chorus: Out of rhyme or reason - everyone's to blame Children of the season don't be lame Sorry, you're so sorry Don't be sorry Man has known and now he's blown it Upside down and hell's the only sound We did an awful job, and now we're just a little too late Eyes are full of desire, mind is so ill at ease Everything is on fire, shit piled up in debris Chorus: California showtime, five'o'clock the news Said everybody's concubine is prone to take a snooze Sorry, you're so sorry Don't be sorry Man has known and now he's blown it Upside down and hell's the only sound We did an awful job, and now we're just a little too late... | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# ![]() A#m ![]() C ![]() C# ![]() D# ![]() E ![]() F ![]() F# ![]() G# ![]() B ![]() |