F#* C G F
riff 1 riff 2
F# A, F# A, F# A, F# A,
Rain,
Like tin angels falling down
Like a mission and we're halfway there
From some old dried up fried forgotten town
Why
Won't they let us be ourselves
With our potential we could toe the line
And show the bastards up with our divine
C F#* C F#* C F#* C (riff 1)
Light! Light! Light! Light!
Seize
All the records from the past
Hold for ransom all the artifacts
This ragged town protects them to the last
C F#* C F#* C F#* C (riff 1)
With lies! lies! lies! lies!
F# E A G F# E A G F# E A G F# (riff 2) (riff 2)
See them running heading homeward to Seattle
Deem
All the liars in your tribe
To be the fires on the western side
Of some old front we call the war of art
Rain,
Like tin angels falling down
Like a mission and we're halfway there
From some old dried up fried forgotten town
From some old dried up fried forgotten town
To some old dried up fried forgotten
Town
F# A, F# A