Suburban Wing

Intro - F#m, E, B, F#

F#m       E    B          F#
    Ghost town behind the curtain
F#m            E            B   
    Has made a quilt of the 
        F#
misty night screen
         F#m    E           B    
Which is appreciated by the 
   F#
teenage burglars
        F#m     E          B     
Who are showing off at the 
      F#
parking lot scene

  Bm7                              
Unconscious still they are of their
 C#m7
 tragic and final
D C#m7  Bm7    A5      Fig. 1
Responsibility for the death of a 
whino
      F#m        E           D   
Well, although I shouldn't I 
         C#m7     F#m
cling to you suburban wing

(Intro)

  F#m             E               
A deeply troubled Romeo somewhere 
B             F#
waits for his lover
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         F#m     E          
Who is a sitting duck for the 
  B       F#
anxious sleep
       F#m      E      B        
Of her     true man to board on 
F#
tomorrow
                    F#m      E    
While she's leaving    after 
         B          F#
hours, chasin yesterdays dream

      Bm7                       
And a princess somewhere in her 
C#m7
concrete tower
   D       C#m7  Bm7      A5     
Fig.1
Is licking paper frogs to borrow 
luck for an hour
      F#m        E           D   
Well, although I shouldn't I 
         C#m7     F#m
cling to you suburban wing

(Solo)
        Bm7                        
And her Romeo still is sleepless by
     C#m7
 the break in the routine
D       C#m7 Bm7     A5            
Fig.1
For his Juliette got caught by the 
sake of her beauty
      F#m        E           D   
Well, although I shouldn't I 
         C#m7     F#m
cling to you suburban wing

F#m     E       B            F#
  Ghost town we sleep in her beauty
    F#m          E       B        
For hours in her lowered venetian 
F#
blinds
       F#m     E      B         F#
While,    somewhere a lawman of duty
              F#m          E    B
Dimply dumps   the secret, of a 
               F#
news bill sized crime

              Bm7                  
And still the truth is floating in 
           C#m7
the stream under the bridges
        D          C#m7  Bm7      A5
      Fig.1
And the world will never know, me 
and the moon were a witness

    F#m        E           D     
For although I shouldn't I cling 
       C#m7     F#m
to you suburban wing
Yes, although I shouldn't I cling to
 you suburban wing...

Fig.1 Is something like this
D|-----------------| 
A|----------5----4-| 
E|4----7-----------|