Pogues - The sun and the moon

^GThe snakes they can crawl ^CAnd the cheetahs they can bawl ^GAnd their ghosts can wait for the here^Dafter ^GBut if you are so proud ^CAs to say that's not allowed ^GWe will get sick and ^Dchoke ourselves with la^Gughter

And the gi^Drlfriends that you knew To whom you prom^Gised to be true We'll have their^D sisters Hanging from the^Em rafters ^GAnd every dirty shade will rise rot^Cting from the grave ^GTomorrow will be ju^Dst like the day afte^Gr

^DAnd this bitter desert wind ^GWill come ripping through your skin ^DAnd everything that's calm will turn to ma^Emdness ^GAnd all of your fake tears ^CWill come whirling down the years ^GAnd what was kind and wa^Drm will come to sadnes^Gs

And the ^Emsun and the moon Will com^De begging at your door The sta^Emrs will turn to rust And drop from the s^Ckies ^GAnd everybody will soon be asking ^Cyou for more ^GAnd everybody will be ^Dtelling lies ^G

And the gi^Drlfriends that you knew To whom you p^Gromised to be true We'll have their ^Dsisters Hanging from the raft^Emers ^GAnd every dirty shade will rise rotti^Cng from the grave ^GTomorrow will be ju^Dst like the day aft^Ger

And the g^Dirlfriends that you knew To whom you p^Gromised to be true We'll have their^D sisters Hanging from the rafte^Emrs ^GAnd every dirty shade will rise rottin^Cg from the grave ^GTomorrow will be ju^Dst like the day aft^Ger X2 ^GTomorrow will be j^Dust like the day aft^Ger ^{Em G}Tomorrow will be j^Dust like the day aft^Ger