D Bm A G 
D Bm A G 

[Verse 1]

D           Bm             A             G
I’m singing this song in an act of rebellion
D                 Bm                A                  G
But  if I wear a white shirt, will my appearance seem clean?
D               Bm            A          G
I’ve  emptied my skull of stale symbolism
     Bm               A                 G
From my fingers I scrubbed you like a nicotine stain

D           Bm           A                G
Craving some daylight and the sobering cold
D                  Bm            A                   G
Oh‚  I have heard of that deity from a yarn I’ve been told
     D             Bm           A                G
By  an elder of our tribe with the mind of a hunter
           Bm           A           G
He’d the spirit of a bird and the soul of an orphan
          Bm            A          G
He  released in me wisdom and happy endorphins

[Chorus]

        Bm            A         Gmaj7
Wish me luck‚ I’m in trouble again
        Bm            A        Gmaj7
I’m in love with a woman friend
         Bm            A        Gmaj7
Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again
         Bm          A        Gmaj7
I’m in love with a woman friend

[Verse 2]

       D            Bm          A          G
So  I let out a whistle‚ and my hand came a yelping, yelping
       D         Bm              A             G
Our Diana, she bathes in that there pond beyond those ditches
            Bm            A                  Gmaj7
I hear the Act of Contrition from Christopher Hitchens
            Bm              A      G          Gmaj7
Sends the opium smoker off‚ off, off to the astral plane

         D              Bm              A            G
Then I move through the forest while unraveling the linen
              D        Bm           A           G
I had placed on my chiseled and me well-worn blade
          Bm             A
From her tongue and her teeth
        G                        Gmaj7
I bear the marks of a slave

[Chorus]

         Bm            A         Gmaj7
Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again
        Bm          A          G
I’m in love with a woman friend
         Bm            A        Gmaj7
Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again
         Bm          A        Gmaj7
I’m in love with a woman friend

[Verse 3]

          D             Bm            A              G
Being chased by this beast‚ how many young fellas died?
       D              Bm               A         G
Poets digging their trenches have been buried alive
           Bm               A              G
By this clandestine creature with the kill in her eyes


             D        Bm           A            G    Gmaj7
And would a Luna and Lupa both be made from the den
             D       Bm            A          G
If they gazed even once into the origin of man?
            D        Bm            A           G
Ah, would a Luna and Lupa both be put to the sword
             Bm            A        G                   Gmaj7
If they dared even once touch the origin of the world?

[Chorus]

         Bm            A        Gmaj7
Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again
         Bm          A        Gmaj7
I’m in love with a woman friend
         Bm            A        Gmaj7
Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again
         Bm          A        Gmaj7
I’m in love with a woman friend

   G

(upbeat)

Bm A G  Gmaj7 
Bm A G  Gmaj7
Bm A G  Gmaj7
Bm A G  Gmaj7

[Chorus]

         Bm            A        Gmaj7
Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again
         Bm          A        Gmaj7
I’m in love with a woman friend
         Bm            A        Gmaj7
Wish me luck, I’m in trouble again
         Bm          A        Gmaj7
I’m in love with a woman friend


Bm A G  Gmaj7
Bm A G  Gmaj7
Bm A G  Gmaj7
Bm A G  Gmaj7


        Bm         A      G        Bm       A         G
Wish me luck, I’m in trouble, I’m in love with a woman
        Bm         A      G        Bm       A         G
Wish me luck, I’m in trouble, I’m in love with a woman

[Outro]

Bm A G  Gmaj7
Bm A G  Gmaj7
Bm A G  Gmaj7
Bm A G  Gmaj7