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
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                Em
Why, o why are best friends such 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                        D
And constrained him while he struggled for air
C                          G
Then I pulled him back and kissed
       D                Bm         Em
And we both went arm in arm to the fair
A               D