Of Montreal - Virgilian lots

^AThe pigs are taking shots at the ^Emourners on the hill I'm ^Atruly not neutral, but I ^F#lost all di^Brection To^Dmday I woke ready to^F blow the bridge For ^Dmfinding you hand over your ^Amouth So i^Dmnstead I burn my own ^Ebvillage down

I'm ^G#mgrieving for ^D#m7you, my ^C#m7love And I don't ^C#munderstand what's going ^F#on

^AJust as the twin volcanoes of Cuauhnāhuac, we wer^Ee once stable So ^Asad I must bury every thought of y^F#ou before it ^Bshows its teeth ^DmNow I amuse my^Fself with a tibia^Dms form of Virgilian ^Alots Like your^Dm neo-feminist divi^Ebnations

I'm ^G#mgrieving for ^D#m7you, my ^C#m7love And I don't ^C#munderstand what's going ^F#on

^C#m7All my memories, once almost sacred, are em^F#barrassments to me now Of the three ^Ebthings I find most shocking, the first is how ^G#mtrivial you are ^C#m7The second is my depth of feeling; third, the ^F#purity of our collapsed -

^G#mGrieving for ^D#m7you, my ^C#m7love And I don't ^C#munderstand what's going ^F#on