Captive of the Sun Parquet Courts
[Intro]
F# - A - D x2
[Verse 1]
My [F#]misophonia brought the faders up, now
she's a[A] military grade, in D[D]olby surround,
around [F#]5.1. Cue the barking from the baritone
[A]conductor in the pit for the [D]car honk duet.
[F#]Half-tone harmony from the sewer.
[A]Rebel youth choir belt [D]phrases even newer.
[F#]Dump truck man drops the beat with trash cans,
[A]call 911! We got [D]therapy demands.
[F#]Philharmonic got a first chair car crash.
[A]Pan the falsetto to [D]smash the glass.
It's a [F#]drive-by lullaby that couldn't get worse.
A [A]melody abandoned in the [D]key of New York.
[Cborus]
Where [Dbm]nothing comes after. I'm a p[D]ass-time streamer, hanging from the rafters
I [B]don't get out. I don't have fun[Dbm]. Living like a ca[D]ptive of the su[F#]n.
[Bridge/Sbort Break]
[F#]
[Verse 2]
I [F#]sightread the chart, clap rocks into sand.
A [A]12-pass van on a p[D]ot-hold bandstand.
Got an [F#]oil-can hangover by default,
and [A]trucks pave the roads with a[D]mphetamine salt
S[F#]kull shaking cadence of the 'J' train rolls.
R[A]hythm of defeat, r[D]epeating like a pulse.
Marching on and static, lyrics shout a retort
to the [A]melody abandoned in the [D]key of New York
[Cborus]
Where [Dbm]nothing comes after. I'm a p[D]ass-time streamer, hanging from the rafters
I [B]don't get out. I don't have fun[Dbm]. Living like a ca[D]ptive of the su[F#]n.
[Ending]
[F#]
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