Tom: C
C
Is this real or just
G
radio in the park
Am
Heroin sugar flames
Diamond in her shoes
G
Woke up in box of pine
Don’t tell me you don’t romance it
The old man said you’re lying
C
Feel the sunshine
As it’s raining on
G
Gods gift to symmetry
Am
All tits and energy
Don’t need touch to get it on
G
I got my heart in Gammalon
(Magic hour in the car
C
You were sucking on my cock)
G
On my cold shoulder the future is real
F Am
Her love is the ghetto
F Am
Her love is a poor boy
F Am
Her love is the sunshine
F G
Her love is a soldier
C
Hold me closely
Wipe my ass
G
With those fast fashion beauty queens
Am
God’s own amphetamine
You got fire in your eye
G
You live life so, you could die
(Don’t tell me you don’t romance it
The old man said you’re lying)
C
Holy shit, dear
G
I get morbid like stepchild radio
Am
Television, very slow
G
Oh, these are the days of our tricks
(All that time got cashed in change
C
When your pussy? met my dick)
C G
Suicide, baby, the future is real
F Am
Her love is the wonder
F Am
Her love is the soldier
F Am
Her love is the sunshine
F G
Her love is a rocket
