Standard Tuning
Intro D5 A5 E5 E5

D5                  A5            E5          E5
Star-crossed junkie misfits on the run
D5                         A5           E5         E5
Some expensive wardrobe, a car, a gun for fun
D5           A5          E5          E5
They took her valise, a portmanteau, such a civilised way to go
G5        C5  G5  D5
This must be the rainbow's dead-end

Peel back that velvet rope and come inside
There's Jungle Jim at Mr. Chow's, with his mail-order bride
The higher that monkey climbs that tree, the more of his fat ass you'll see
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
This must be the rainbow's dead-end


F#5  G5  A5   D5
If we get separated,
F#5  G5  A5
I'll meet you there
F#5  G5  A5   D5
In our little hideaway,
F#5  G5  A5
Our pied-a-terre

Last year's model stranded in the bar
With some NRA convention, itchy fingers, whiskey in the jar
Through this gin palace, Alice wander, absinthe makes this tart grow fonder
This must be the rainbow's dead-end

Hotel, motel drifters one and all
Lie like dead men down in rows, against the Bondi Beach sea wall
The mirror smeared with wasted chance and nicotine stained romance
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
This must be the rainbow's dead-end