Bonnie "Prince" Billy – Apocalypse No (Guitar)

Am              Bm
We dined in the breezeway

        Em           C
And met later in the carport for drinks

Am                  Bm
We rationed out the pills

          Em         C
Splitting evenly the blues and the pinks

Bm               G
We didn't really split the blues

  A                D
I only mean that's what he thinks

C                   G
He's got the mother lode this time

D              Bm                Em
Why, o why are best friends such finks ?

Am            Bm
We met on the causeway

     Em           C
Unloading all our grievances there

Am               Bm
He pat me on the shoulder

      Em        C
And I playfully ruffled his hair

Bm                      G
Then brought him to the waterline

    A                        D
And constrained him while he struggled for air

C                          G
Then I pulled him back and kissed

       D                Bm         Em
And we both went arm in arm to the fair