Pink Slips

A F#m Bm D E

[Verse 1]
A
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
A
Each day gets a little more scary
F#m
We're holding on, in a way, but just
 barely
Bm                                
Moms and Dads are rationing their 
D        E
cash for the commissary

[Chorus 1]
C#m         F#m          Bm    
But I can't stop without going 
E       C#m
all the way
F#m    Bm            E
It's a habit someone gave me
A
The nursemaid of the blank page
F#m
A canary of the American eclipse
Bm                     E
A profiteer picking up pink slips

A F#m Bm D E

[Verse 2]
A
This wish just to go back, hey
F#m
When I know wasn't ever, ever happy
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Bm                         
Show me my best memory, it's 
  D        E
probably super crappy
A
Nine years down in Texas
F#m
With sluts of both sexes
Bm                                
Liars, lumps, and drug addicts, 
  D         E
and drunks; I love my friends

[Chorus 2]
C#m         F#m          Bm    
But I can't stop without going 
E       C#m
all the way
F#m      Bm                   E
And I've been that way since '83
A
The midwife of the jetlife
F#m
Or a genie with a golden spliff
Bm                   E
A prostitute paid in pink slips

[Bridge]
A
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

C#m F#m Bm E A F#m Bm D E

A
I guess I was just dreaming and 
drifting
F#m
Or I was artificially lifted
Bm                          D     
Only happy until the age of 10 is 
 E
still a gift

[Chorus 3]
C#m             F#m           Bm
But we can't go back to those 
      E     C#m
two two seven days
F#m         Bm                E
It's just a dream we all were having
A
Hey, mariner in the dirt trade
F#m
Oh, postman of the post-apocalypse
Bm                       E
- from Academy Awards to pink slips!

[Verse 3]
A
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?
E
He was rushed and then he was 
rattled, but now he's finally in the
 clear
A
To be a refugee from the rat race
F#m
In his white tuxedo and his sad-face
Bm                                 
A music group that your dad plays, 
E
singing songs about autumn days
A
He's the laureate of the Granite 
State
F#m
Now he doesn't even write, he just 
riffs
Bm                                
And they'll cover up his coffin 
   E            A
with pink slips."