CHORUS
    C#
The graveyard's full
We're running out of earth
    F#m
But we can use the bones
To build another church
      A
Thick walls made of men
      C#                  F#m
Whose souls have come and went
VERSE 1
   C#
So what's that magic number
Of how many men can live
  F#m
Before our precious mother
Can no longer give?
  A               C#
I don't want your answers
       F#m
I'm content
VERSE 2
     C#
With how much we can take
Before they call it rape
     F#m
Everything that we create
Seems to get thrown in our face
           A
To make it easier for the race
    C#          F#m
And harder to escape
CHORUS
    C#
The graveyard's full
We're running out of earth
    F#m
But we can use the bones
To build another church
      A
Thick walls made of men
      C#                  Esus4   E
Whose souls have come and went
A                  C#
All we know's that souls
             F#m
All come and go
VERSE 3 (almost the same as verse 1)
   C#
So what's that magic number
Of how many men can live
  F#m
Before our precious mother
Can no longer give?
  A               C#
I don't need your answers
       F#m
I'm content
VERSE 4 (same as verse 2)
     C#
With how much we can take
Before they call it rape
     F#m
Everything that we create
Seems to get thrown in our face
           A
To make it easier for the race
    C#          F#m
And harder to escape
CHORUS
    C#
The graveyard's full
We're running out of earth
    F#m
But we can use the bones
To build another church
      A
Thick walls made of men
      C#                  Esus4   E
Whose souls have come and went
A                  C#
All we know's that souls
             F#m