Rainbows Dead End

[D]Star-crossed junkie[A] misfits on t[E]he run     [E]
[D]Some expensive wardrobe, a[A] car, a gun [E]for fun   [E]
[D]They took he[A]r valise, a[E] portmantea[E]u, such a civilised way to go
[G]This must[C] be[G] th[D]e rainbow's dead-end

Peel back that velvet rope and come inside
There's Jungle Jim at Mr. Chow's, with his mail-order bride
The higher that monkey climbs that tree, the more of his fat ass you'll see
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
This must be the rainbow's dead-end

[F#m]If we[G] ge[A]t se[D]parated,
[F#m]I'll [G]mee[A]t you there
[F#m]In ou[G]r l[A]ittl[D]e hideaway,
[F#m]Our p[G]ied[A]-a-terre

Last year's model stranded in the bar
With some NRA convention, itchy fingers, whiskey in the jar
Through this gin palace, Alice wander, absinthe makes this tart grow fonder
This must be the rainbow's dead-end

Hotel, motel drifters one and all
Lie like dead men down in rows, against the Bondi Beach sea wall
The mirror smeared with wasted chance and nicotine stained romance
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
This must be the rainbow's dead-end
This must be the rainbow's dead-end