Intro: A A A A A A Verse: A I was born into self-actualization, F#m I knew exactly who I was, Bm A but I never got my chance to be young. A So when you lay me inside of a coffin, F#m bury me on the side of the hill. Bm A That’s a good place to get some thinking done. A It didn’t work out the way that I planned it. F#m They all seem to want to take it away, Bm A everything that I thought to be true. A So it’s obvious to me somebody, somewhere F#m must have really done a number on you Bm A and I know because the fuckers got me too. "Chorus": A G F#m All the pretty horses, A G F#m all flowers and trees, A G F#m they will all mean less than nothing A G F#m when it all has come to be. A F#m Bm A A God sent me a vision of the future F#m in a dream on a Saturday night Bm A and I see no reason to celebrate. A For when I saw it I wept like a child. F#m It came to me like a knife in the chest. Bm A You and me and everyone, forever, to ache and ache and ache. A G F#m So Father, if it’s possible, A G F#m let this cup pass me by. A G F#m But if it can’t without my drinking it, A G F#m then thy will be done. A G F#m A G F#m