Okkervil River - Pink slips

^GThree brides before breakfast. Th^Emese rails just wrecked us. ^AmMy right hand on my heart while my ^Cleft hand s^Dnaps your necklace.

^GEach day gets a little more scary. ^EmWe're holding on, in a way, but just barely. ^AmMoms and Dads are rationing their c^Cash for the co^Dmmissary.

But ^GI can't s^Emtart without g^Coing a^Dll the ^F#mway - i^Emt's a ^Amhabit someone g^Dave me. The ^Gnursemaid of the blank page. A ca^Emnary of the American eclipse. A pro^Cfiteer picking up p^Dink slips.

^GThis wish just to go back, hey... wh^Emen I know wasn't ever, ever happy! ^AmShow me my best memory - it's p^Crobably s^Duper crappy. ^GNine years down in Texas, with ^Emsluts of both sexes, ^Amliars, lumps, and drug addicts, and d^Crunks; I lo^Dve my friends,

but ^GI can't s^Emtop without ^Cgoing ^Dall the ^F#mway, an^Emd I've ^Ambeen that way since '^D83. ^GThe midwife of the jetlife. Oh,^Em genie with a golden spliff. A ^Cprostitute paid in ^Dpink slips.^G

^GI crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors. W^Emhen the call came, there was nobody here. ^AmWhen they came from the communists, I kissed them on the lips. Then they ^Ccame for the singers, in a ^Dhaze of pink slips. ^{F#m Em Am D}

^GI guess I was just dreaming and drifting, ^Emartificially lifted. ^AmOnly happy until the age of ^Cten is still a g^Dift,

but we ^Gcan't go ^Emback to those ^C"2^D27" ^F#mdays.^Em It's just a d^Amream we all were h^Daving. ^GHey, mariner in the dirt trade. Oh, po^Emstman of the post-apocalypse - from A^Ccademy Awards to pin^Dk slips!

^GAnd I showered my Corvette with Moët for years, but now I'm s^Emtanding in the rain drinking the champagne of beers. They say, ^Am"Who's that shadow sneaking off behind the pier? He was r^Cushed and then he was rattled, but now he's fin^Dally in the clear to be a

^Grefugee from the rat race, in his white t^Emuxedo and his sad-face. A ^Ammusic group that your dad plays, si^Gnging songs about ^Dautumn days. ^GHe's the laureate of the Granite State, and^Em now he doesn't even write, he just riffs. And they'll c^Cover up his coffin with pin^Dk slips. ^G