B                          A                 E 
Did you ever think the earth would shake for me once more?
           B                              A             E
I want to see the sky light up over this city left for poor
C#m                    F#                        B
Everybody's screaming; no one here can ask what for

       A                     B
And I just can't shake this feeling

            A        E    B       C#m
That we're outta luck and nothing more
  A            E   B    C#m
A pound of dust, a holy war
  G#            C#m    B     F#
A photograph, I begged and I swore
    A              B           E
But I still want a little more

         B                              A                 E 
Run the luck out of this town a bucking crown ain't no disguise
    B                                A            E 
I'm left to stop the bleeding with a hope to re-a-lize
   C#m                   F#                      B
My misery is teeming; my heart could be stealing yours

       A                     B
And I just can't shake this feeling

            A        E    B       C#m
That we're outta luck and nothing more
  A            E   B    C#m
A pound of dust, a holy war
  G#            C#m    B     F#
A photograph, I begged and I swore
    A              B           E
But I still want a little more

{Solo} Same as Verse

      A                     B
And I just can't shake this feeling

            A        E    B       C#m
That we're outta luck and nothing more
  A            E   B    C#m
A pound of dust, a holy war
  G#            C#m    B     F#
A photograph, I begged and I swore
    A              B           E
But I still want a little more

      B                                 A                     E 
It's okay to tear the pictures from the frames that hold them still
B                            A                  E 
Rattle all the cages, gather enemies on Capitol Hill
C#m              F#                 B7
Yell at the sky, some kind of ideal bill

      A                     B
And I just can't shake this feeling

           A         E    B       C#m
That we're outta luck and nothing more
  A            E   B    C#m
A pound of dust, a holy war
  G#            C#m    B     F#
A photograph, I begged and I swore
    A              B           C#m   F#
But I still want a little more
     A              B           E
Yeah I still want a little more