The vile cushions above the air A
Weeping the death of the sun, B
The streets resting full of despair A
Shooting his tears with a gun, B
Hit by bullets, crying in pain C
Walking alone beneath the rain C

The vi/le cu/shions ab/ove the/ air A
Wee/ping the/ death of/ the sun,/ B
The streets/ resting/ full of/ despair/ A
Shooting/ his tears/ with a/ gun, B
Hit/ by bu/llets, cry/ing in/ pain C
Wal/king a/lone be/neath the/ rain/ C