The lines of my earth so brittle unfertile and ready to die

I need a drink but the well has gone 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

Till you tell me otherwise

And it's because I just don't feel it

This is the last song

Till you tell me otherwise

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 nice 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

Till you tell me otherwise

And it's because I just don't feel it

This is the last song

Till you tell me otherwise

And it's because I just don't feel it anymore

This is the last song that I write

Till you tell me otherwise

And it's because I just don't feel it

This is the last song

Till you tell me otherwise

And it's because I just don't feel it anymore