Pink Slips chords by Okkervil River
Guitar chords with lyrics
Standard Tuning CAPO 1 A F#m Three brides before breakfast. These rails just wrecked us. Bm D E My right hand on my heart while my left hand snaps your necklace. A F#m Each day gets a little more scary. We're holding on, in a way, but just barely. Bm D E Moms and Dads are rationing their cash for the commissary.
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D E C#m F#m Bm D E
But I can't start without going all the way - it's a habit someone gave me.
A F#m
The nursemaid of the blank page. A canary of the American eclipse.
D E
A profiteer picking up pink slips.
A F#m
This wish just to go back, hey... when I know wasn't ever, ever happy!
Bm D E
Show me my best memory - it's probably super crappy.
A F#m
Nine years down in Texas, with sluts of both sexes,
Bm D E
liars, lumps, and drug addicts, and drunks; I love my friends,
D E C#m F#m Bm D E
but I can't stop without going all the way, and I've been that way since '83.
A F#m
The midwife of the jetlife. Oh, genie with a golden spliff.
D E
A prostitute paid in pink slips.
A F#m
I crashed my Cadillac in the valley of mirrors. When the call came, there was nobody here.
Bm
When they came from the communists, I kissed them on the lips.
D E
Then they came for the singers, in a haze of pink slips.
A F#m
I guess I was just dreaming and drifting, artificially lifted.
Bm D E
Only happy until the age of ten is still a gift,
D E C#m F#m Bm
but we can't go back to those "227" days.
D E
It's just a dream we all were having.
A F#m
Hey, mariner in the dirt trade. Oh, postman of the post-apocalypse -
D E
from Academy Awards to pink slips!
A F#m
And I showered my Corvette with Moà«t for years, but now I'm standing
in the rain drinking the champagne of beers.
Bm
They say, "Who's that shadow sneaking off behind the pier?
D E
He was rushed and then he was rattled, but now he's finally in the clear to be a
A F#m
refugee from the rat race, in his white tuxedo and his sad-face.
Bm D E
A music group that your dad plays, singing songs about autumn days.
A F#m
He's the laureate of the Granite State, and now he doesn't even write, he just riffs.
D E
And they'll cover up his coffin with pink slips."