• Song:

    Love On Parole

  • Artist:

    The Mendoza Line

C (x32010@1)              F (133211@1)               GI (320003@1)was blessed to fight with you all night

I hadn't even know what fun
       Am (x02210@1)               F (133211@1)           GOh (320003@1)the war was dressed in scarlet and in white, like the whore of Babylon
C (x32010@1)                    F (133211@1)             GShook (320003@1)your conscience, held it to the light, tried to see what was written on it
        Am (x02210@1)                                 GI (320003@1)said, "Baby don't ya think, you're being a little bit drastic?
          F (133211@1)                                 GThere (320003@1)are things in this world that you can't buy with plastic.
    Am (x02210@1)                          GYou (320003@1)blew through your cash like a Klondike miner.
               F (133211@1)                              GSomeday (320003@1)you'll maybe feel the lash of the Intelligent Designer."

COh, (x32010@1)your doctor died, Baby
  F (133211@1)                       GI (320003@1)believe he lost a-hold of himself
             AmOh, (x02210@1)it wasn't a homicide
     G (320003@1)           F (133211@1)      GYour (320003@1)doctor was in such poor health
          CAnd (x32010@1)I'm a lot like him
   F (133211@1)                  GI (320003@1)believe I've lost control
                  Am (x02210@1)          G (320003@1)        FAnd (133211@1)those are the terms of our love on parole

Am G C F

C (x32010@1)                        F (133211@1)             
Oooh, they found us out in pavilions of doubt
        GAnd (320003@1)cathedrals of longing and death without warning
        Am (x02210@1)                    GThe (320003@1)room readied itself for that transfer of power
     C (x32010@1)                                GWhen (320003@1)you rode right through in your penultimate hour
                CAnd (x32010@1)said, "I can see the billboards and the history written large."
                GYou (320003@1)said, "That was no-one's wedding, Baby, that was Picket's Charge."
        Am (x02210@1)                    GAnd (320003@1)for all of your talk of ending the fray,
                F (133211@1)                        GThere's (320003@1)not a part of your heart that would have it that way
        Am (x02210@1)          GOh, (320003@1)ya couldn't make a cup of tea
    F (133211@1)                 GWithout (320003@1)a battle strategy
                   Am (x02210@1)         G (320003@1)       FWhich (133211@1)doesn't feel right until it takes it toll
                  Am (x02210@1)                          G (320003@1)        FAnd (133211@1)those are the terms and conditions of our love on parole

C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F G (320003@1)name="chord_x02210@1">Am F (133211@1)name="chord_320003@1">G C (x32010@1)name="chord_133211@1">F G (320003@1)name="chord_x02210@1">Am G (320003@1)name="chord_133211@1">F Am (x02210@1)name="chord_320003@1">G F (133211@1)C (x32010@1)                           FOh, (133211@1)abrasive and unbearable, a half-step from hysterical
             GYou (320003@1)stopped waiting for the miracle and started praying for the end
                AmOh, (x02210@1)you were never less than charitable
                GBut (320003@1)I can think of nothing so terrible
                F (133211@1)                GAs (320003@1)to no longer be your lover and only be your friend

C (x32010@1)                          F (133211@1)           
Now I could never navigate your body's complex narratives
        GThat (320003@1)which lived and died and lies in stains

And still suffered its imperatives
                Am (x02210@1)                    G (320003@1)                    FAnd (133211@1)anyway, I was never that interested in your heart and soul
                Am (x02210@1)            G (320003@1)            F (133211@1)I just wanted to see you and make love on parole
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