The Pogues - The sun and the moon

^FThe snakes they can crawl ^FAnd the cheetahs they can bawl ^FAnd their ghosts can wait for the here^Gafter ^FBut if you are so proud ^FAs to say that's not allowed ^FWe will get sick and ^Gchoke ourselves with la^Fughter

And the gi^Grlfriends that you knew To whom you prom^Fised to be true We'll have their^G sisters Hanging from the^Am rafters ^FAnd every dirty shade will rise rot^Fting from the grave ^FTomorrow will be ju^Gst like the day afte^Fr

^GAnd this bitter desert wind ^FWill come ripping through your skin ^GAnd everything that's calm will turn to ma^Amdness ^FAnd all of your fake tears ^FWill come whirling down the years ^FAnd what was kind and wa^Grm will come to sadnes^Fs

And the ^Amsun and the moon Will com^Ge begging at your door The sta^Amrs will turn to rust And drop from the s^Fkies ^FAnd everybody will soon be asking ^Fyou for more ^FAnd everybody will be ^Gtelling lies ^F

And the gi^Grlfriends that you knew To whom you p^Fromised to be true We'll have their ^Gsisters Hanging from the raft^Amers ^FAnd every dirty shade will rise rotti^Fng from the grave ^FTomorrow will be ju^Gst like the day aft^Fer

And the g^Girlfriends that you knew To whom you p^Fromised to be true We'll have their^G sisters Hanging from the rafte^Amrs ^FAnd every dirty shade will rise rottin^Fg from the grave ^FTomorrow will be ju^Gst like the day aft^Fer X2 ^FTomorrow will be j^Gust like the day aft^Fer ^{Am F}Tomorrow will be j^Gust like the day aft^Fer