Okkervil River – Pink Slips (Guitar)

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Three brides before breakfast

F#m
These rails just wrecked us

Bm
My right hand on my heart

D                  E
While my left hand snaps your necklace

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Each day gets a little more scary

F#m
We're holding on, in a way, but just barely

Bm                                D        E
Moms and Dads are rationing their cash for the commissary

C#m         F#m          Bm    E       C#m
But I can't stop without going all the way

F#m    Bm            E
It's a habit someone gave me

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The nursemaid of the blank page

F#m
A canary of the American eclipse

Bm                     E
A profiteer picking up pink slips

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This wish just to go back, hey

F#m
When I know wasn't ever, ever happy

Bm                           D        E
Show me my best memory, it's probably super crappy

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Nine years down in Texas

F#m
With sluts of both sexes

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Liars, lumps, and drug addicts, and drunks; I love my friends

C#m         F#m          Bm    E       C#m
But I can't stop without going all the way

F#m      Bm                   E
And I've been that way since '83

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The midwife of the jetlife

F#m
Or a genie with a golden spliff

Bm                   E
A prostitute paid in pink slips

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I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors

F#m
When the call came, there was nobody here

Bm
When they came from the communists, I kissed them on the lips

E
Then they came for the singers, in a haze of pink slips

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I guess I was just dreaming and drifting

F#m
Or I was artificially lifted

Bm                          D      E
Only happy until the age of 10 is still a gift

C#m             F#m           Bm      E     C#m
But we can't go back to those two two seven days

F#m         Bm                E
It's just a dream we all were having

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Hey, mariner in the dirt trade

F#m
Oh, postman of the post-apocalypse

Bm                       E
- from Academy Awards to pink slips!

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And I showered my Corvette with Moët for years

F#m
Now I'm standing in the rain drinking the champagne of beers

Bm
They say, "Who's that shadow sneaking off behind the pier?

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He was rushed and then he was rattled, but now he's finally in the clear

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To be a refugee from the rat race

F#m
In his white tuxedo and his sad-face

Bm                                 E
A music group that your dad plays, singing songs about autumn days

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He's the laureate of the Granite State

F#m
Now he doesn't even write, he just riffs

Bm                                   E            A
And they'll cover up his coffin with pink slips."