Grenade in my pocket, a pin in my hand
Am
The Local sea-gull language, I can almost understand
Dm
I’m awful resistance, not hide and not a thief
C E
The lather looks up to the sky, and with having breath
Am
The fog disovermelted, when moon moved oversee
Am
The day availed became some, one else as fee and sea
Sm
The water have it poison, sound is dead and light is off
C E
No getting back, not anymore, no friends in my mellow
Am Dm
We’re leaving, we’re leaving, we’re leaving
C E
The universe are screaming May Day
Am Dm
Ecstasy of fashion, in serious direction
C E
Vladivostok Y2K
Am
Hugging in drunken women sailors begun,
Am
Hemorrhaging tattoos, empty bottles of rum,
Dm
Can you hear the heartbeat, knocking on the soul,
C E
The seas on last tending near the Paris no Rome
Am
Your digest from the sellback Century boys
Am
Rapines of the chewing gum and pokemon toys
Dm
They sub will sleep forever but showers never near
C E
Where in the country’s pockets all the railroads disappear.
Am Dm
We’re leaving, we’re leaving, we’re leaving
C E
The universe are screaming May Day
Am Dm
Ecstasy of fashion, in serious direction
C E
Vladivostok Y2K
