Apocalypse No

Am     Bm
Em     C
Am     Bm
Em     C
Bm     G
A      D
C      G
D      Bm
Em     A
D

[Verse 1]


Am              Bm
We dined in the breezeway
        Em           C
And met later in the carport for 
drinks
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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                
Why, o why are best friends such 
Em
finks ?
A              D

[Verse 2]

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                       
And constrained him while he 
 D
struggled for air
C                          G
Then I pulled him back and kissed
       D                Bm         
And we both went arm in arm to the 
Em
fair
A               D