A# It was April the tenth Dm I remember it well A# It was so cold that year Dm It was colder than hell And things hadn't been good For you, for a while 'Cause I'd been on tour I hadn't heard And Ruth dropped in With the letter you wrote And we read it aloud To prove that I could And we were both laughing 'cause we know how you are We never thought You'd quit on us good We thought that we knew you Well, I guess that we don't Are you having me on Just like the past? We called you "the bad penny" Remember that? The sea is wide The streets are long There's blood on all our hands With the catalyst gone And only what's left to us Is history built on dust On sweat, and on poet's words Great nations and governments Feed lies on victories Eager and keen to please Those junkies are everywhere With their thousand-yard stare We all end up the same Like little lambs to meet their end | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA# Dm |