Pink-Slips chords by
Okkervil River
Okkervil River

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Key: Bb major
Intro 1
A
A
F#m
F#m
Bm
Bm
D
D
E
E
Verse 1
A
A
Three
brides before breakfast
F#m
F#m
These reds, they're just rectus
Bm
Bm
Right hand on my heart around
D
D
E
E
My left hand snaps your necklace
A
A
Each day is a little more scary
F#m
F#m
Holding on, get away just barely
Bm
Bm
D
D
Moms and dads are rationing their cash
E
E
For the commissary
C#m
C#m
F#m
F#m
But I can't stop without
D
D
E
E
C#m
C#m
F#m
F#m
going all the way
Bm
Bm
E
E
It's a habit, someone gave me up
A
A
This man in the black cage,
F#m
F#m
canary 'the clips
Bm
Bm
Across here,
E
E
in a pink- slip
Interlude 1
A
A
F#m
F#m
Bm
Bm
D
D
E
E
Verse 2
A
A
F#m
F#m
This wish just to going back here
When I know it wasn't ever,
ever happening
Bm
Bm
Show me my best memory,
D
D
E
E
it's probably super crappy
A
A
F#m
F#m
Not here, standing sexless
with sluts of both sexes
Bm
Bm
D
D
Liars, lumps and drug addicts and drunks
E
E
C#m
C#m
F#m
F#m
I love my friends but I can't stop
D
D
E
E
C#m
C#m
F#m
F#m
without going all the way
Bm
Bm
E
E
And I've been that way since '83
A
A
Oh, midwife with a jet life or a
F#m
F#m
genie with a golden spur
Bm
Bm
E
E
A price to pay to pink- slips
A
A
Verse 3
A country Cadillac in the
valley of mirrors
F#m
F#m
With a cold cane, there was nobody here
Bm
Bm
Came for the communism,
I kissed it on the lips
D
D
E
E
It came with the singers in hazel
C#m
C#m
pink- slips
Interlude 2
F#m
F#m
Bm
Bm
E
E
A
A
F#m
F#m
A
A
F#m
F#m
Verse 4
A
A
Is it a kiss or it's just a dream
and I'm drifting?
F#m
F#m
Other fish lay lifted,
Bm
Bm
D
D
only happy till the age of 10
F#m
F#m
A
A
C#m
C#m
It's still a gift, but we can't go back,
F#m
F#m
D
D
E
E
C#m
C#m
F#m
F#m
those two too sad and dies
Bm
Bm
E
E
It's just a dream we all have
A
A
Now I know in the touch lane,
F#m
F#m
a post per post of puckered lips
Bm
Bm
E
E
From Academy Awards to pink- slips
A
A
I show them my Corvette
with no ' for years
F#m
F#m
And I'm standing in the rain to get
Bm
Bm
the champagne or beers
They said 'who's that shadow
sneaking up behind the pier?'
E
E
He was rushing he was rattled
now he's finally in the clear
A
A
To be a, a refugee from the rat race
F#m
F#m
with a swag tuxedo in his face
Bm
Bm
A music room that you can't place,
E
E
sing the songs on all them tapes
A
A
He's the lonely aid on the planet ' now he
F#m
F#m
doesn't even write, he just rows
D
D
E
E
And they cover up his cot with pink- slips

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