(2x) The lines of my earth    so brittle unfertile and ready to die  I need a drink but the well has run dry And we in the habit of       saying the same things all over again  For the money we shall make  This is the last song that I write  ’Til you tell me otherwise        And it’s because I just don’t feel it This is the las song  ’Til you tell me other wise  And it’s because I just don’t feel it anymore               It should be our time  This fertile youth’s black soil is ready for rain  The harvest is high but the well has gone dry  And they in the habit of saying the same things all over again  About the money we shall make  This is the last song that I write  ’Til you tell me otherwise        And it’s because I just don’t feel it This is the last song  ’Til you tell me otherwise  And it’s because I just don’t feel it anymore                      (8x)        This is the last song that I write  ’Til you tell me otherwise        And it’s because I just don’t feel it This is the last song that I write  ’Til you tell me otherwise  And it’s because I just don’t feel it anymore                      (8x)