Okkervil River - You cant hold the hand of a rock and roll man

^AThis week's cash for last week's grass Your crew co^Dllates while you sit ^Bmin the van and wait ^AGassed and trashed and smashed young cads Roasting ^Daway on a ^Bmsunny summer day (Or, ^Eokay, an August night an^F#myway)^D

And you're living on ^Eair While on the 25th floor, up ^F#mthere They'd fan a million ^Dbucks before your ^Eface Marie's p^Dassed out in a c^Ehair with her once fussed-over ^F#mhair All mussed into an ^DI've-just-been-fucked ^Eshape

Just an hour before, she ^Acrashed, all cashed She said, "I'm done with looking back, and you look your ^Dage Which is t^Bmhirty-seven, by the w^Eay and not twenty-^F#meight ^D And fucking let them ^Estare, because at this point I don't ^F#mcare I have been your bride stripped ^Dbare since '98 ^E And our s^Dilver-screen ^Eaffair, it weighs less to me than ^F#mair It's a gas now. It's a ^Dlaugh just how far ^Eseveral mil can take it"

^AThis week's as fast as last week's flash of ^Dinterstate When you ^Bmstarved and never ate ^AThis week's splashed a sick, gold cast across your ^Dface As you r^Bmoam on silk ripped tippy-toe a^Elone through Silver l^F#make ^D

Splayed astride a snow-white ^Emare on a non-stop all-night ^F#mtear What a ghastly sight you ^Dsmear in every f^Eace In that ^Dfat, fur-trimmed ^Eaffair that your lawyer lets you ^F#mwear You'll destroy your chance to ^Dever get rep^Eeatedly engaged