Pink Floyd
Am, B, Bb, C, D, Dm, Em, F, G
I was spending my times on the doldrums I was caught in a cauldron of hate
I felt persecuted and paralyzed I thought that everything else would just wait
While you are wasting your time on your enemies Engulfed in a fever of spite
Beyond your tunnel vision Reality fades like a shadow into the night
Too much to yourself to caution Is not gonna help at all
'Cause there'll be no safety numbers When the right one walks out of the door
Can you see your days blighted by darkness Is it true you beat your fists on the floor
Stuck in a world of isolation While the ivy grows over the door
So I open my doors to my enemies And I ask could be wiped the slate clean
But they tell me to please go fuck myself You know you just can't win