What A Pal Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[C][F][G][C]
[F][Am][G][F]
[Am]We

[Verse 1]
[C]
laugh about suicide
and it [Am]nicked us on the chin
Like a [F]blade of gentle reveries,
that [G]sweet sacrament
And day[C]light sang slow demise
[Am]long before it went
I've [F]lost a lot of buddies,
but [G]this one it different
[C]Bound by drunken bravery,
un[Am]deserved confidence
Picking [F]fights with the boyfriends
of the girl[G]friends heckling
And [C]somewhere,
some yuppie in Silver [Am]Lake still can't forget
The [F]time he chased you off the stage
Cause [G]you called him a stupid [C]bitch[Am]
And [C]memories become lullabies
We all [Am]hum over the phone
The [F]last time we saw Dick
Was [G]the something we could have done
It was [C]a pocket full of ecstasy
A [Am]cigarette break
A [F]weekend with no plans
But to get [G]fucked up and make mistakes
Tum[C]bling across the stage
A big [Am]showcase in Montreal
[F]Desperate for a laugh,
he'd rip his [G]heart out and show us all
On the [C]sea, in a storm,
he was a [Am]captain without a map
Our [F]death is deadly serious,
there's something [G]funny about that
What a [F]pal, a fuck -up through and through
On a [C]dim stage with a broken mic,
we'd all laugh with you
What a [F]pal, born in a dunce hat
The [C]last to leave the party,
and the first to [F]say congrats[G]
Cha[C]risma like lightning
crammed [Am]into a beer can
Body [F]language like a toddler
trapped in [G]a 37 year old man
[C]I met you in Portland,
you were dressed [Am]in a bear suit
Committing [F]too hard to some stupid bit,
irrev[G]erent while resolute
And [C]time flashed quicker,
like fire[Am]works on the 4th of July
Every [F]joke was a finale,
and if he [G]bombed at least he tried
[C]Scrolling through the eulogies,
sin[Am]cere and delicate
You'd [F]hate this kind of attention,
man,
there's [G]something funny about that
What a [F]pal, a fuck -up through and through
On a [C]dim stage with a broken mic,
we'd all laugh at you
What a [F]pal, born in a dunce hat
The [C]last to leave the party
and the first to [F]say congrats[G]
And I [Am]ain't one for religion
But when [G]it's raining, you're spitting
When [F]there's thunder, you're chuckling
And when [G]it's humid, you're fucking
[Am]Only tools can hack it [G]in Tinseltown
An[F]d we're all in line for the
[G]Carousel of [Em]Clown[Dm] s
Like [C]little flowers grown in gardens
[Am]along the L .A. River
On [F]a lineup of embittered copycats,
you [G]were that hopeful sliver
When the [C]apocalypse is over,
we will be[Am]come vampire bats
And re[F]minisce about the good old days,
our [G]irises bathed in black
[C]So bang one out for a stick,
[Am]you're the good old green goat
And you're [F]gone, [G]oh man,
where'd you have to go?
And [C]images become polaroids,
suc[Am]cumb to the shake
And [F]you become a feeling,
a re[G]minder to misbehave
What a [F]pal, a fuck -up through and through
On a [C]dim stage with a broken mic,
we'll be missing you
What a [F]pal, born in a dunce hat
So you [C]fi nally left the party,
there's something funny about [F]that
What [G]a pal, what a [C]pal[Am][F]
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[F][G][C][Am]
[F][G][C]
I think you can [Am]use maybe
small pound jug[F]s,
like there's kind of more [G]in there,
but I I we need a little bigger ball.
Like a founder of bad jokes.
I don't [C]know.
Anyway, I don't know.
I'll see you when go.