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