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D#sus2 D#m7
D#maj7sus2 G#
B D#m
B C# A#m
D#sus2 D#maj7sus
Thereís noone there in a golden chair
D#m7 G#
Smiling in benevolence at us down where
Everythingís gone wrong, for the price of a song
You can buy a gun and make yourself feel strong.
And the train rolls on, the driverís gone
Scrambled out the window when he saw weíre done for
Now thereís no control, and on we roll
Crashing down the hill although we somehow still believe
B D#m
B C# A#m
Thereís no nice man, no master plan
Filled with hidden meaning no-one understands
ëCos heís lost his place, heís lost this race
And all we want is money in or blood red hands
So the train rolls on, the driverís gone
Trying to save his skin from all the shit weíre in
Now thereís no control and on we roll
Crashing down the hill although we somehow still believe
G#m A#m D#m
What on earth is this supposed to be?
G#m A#m D#m Fm
Who created this catastrophe?
G#m A#m B C#
You ask for faith from people, then you give us this
D#m
reality
Glory be