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Love On Parole

The Mendoza Line
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I  was blessed to fight  with you all  night
 I hadn't even know what fun
 Oh the war  was dressed in scarlet  and in  white, like the whore of Babylon
Shook  your conscience, held  it to the light,  tried to see what was written on it
 I said, "Baby  don't ya think, you're being a little  bit drastic?
 There are things  in this world that you can't buy  with plastic.
 You blew  through your cash like a Klondike  miner.
 Someday you'll maybe  feel the lash of the Intelligent  Designer."
 Oh, your  doctor died, Baby
 I believe  he lost a-hold of himself
 Oh, it wasn't  a homicide
 Your doctor  was in such  poor  health
 And I'm a lot  like him
 I believe  I've lost control
 And those are the terms  of our love  on parole
Oooh,  they found us out in pavilions  of doubt
 And cathedrals  of longing and death without warning
 The room  readied itself for that  transfer of power
 When you  rode right through in your penultimate  hour
 And said, "I can  see the billboards and the history written large."
 You said, "That was  no-one's wedding, Baby, that was Picket's Charge."
 And for all  of your talk of ending  the fray,
 There's not a part  of your heart that would  have it that way
 Oh, ya couldn't  make a  cup of tea
 Without  a battle strategy
 Which doesn't feel right  until it  takes it  toll
 And those are the terms  and conditions of our love  on parole
 Oh, abrasive  and unbearable, a half-step  from hysterical
 You stopped waiting  for the miracle and started praying for the end
 Oh, you were never  less than charitable
 But I can think of  nothing so terrible
 As to no longer be  your lover and only  be your friend
 Now I  could never navigate your body's  complex narratives
 That which  lived and died and lies in stains
 And still suffered its imperatives
 And anyway, I was  never that interested in  your heart and soul
 I just wanted to  see you and make  love on parole

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Readable chord sheet for Love On Parole by The Mendoza Line

[C]I was blessed to [F]fight with you all[G] night

I hadn't even know what fun
Oh the [Am]war was dressed in [F]scarlet and in[G] white, like the whore of Babylon
[C]Shook your conscience, [F]held it to the l[G]ight, tried to see what was written on it
I said, [Am]"Baby don't ya think, you're being a [G]little bit drastic?
There are [F]things in this world that you can't [G]buy with plastic.
You [Am]blew through your cash like a [G]Klondike miner.
Someday you'll [F]maybe feel the lash of the Intell[G]igent Designer."

Oh, your[C] doctor died, Baby
I [F]believe he lost a-hold of [G]himself
Oh, it wasn't[Am] a homicide
Your [G]doctor was in [F]such poor[G] health
And I'm a [C]lot like him
I b[F]elieve I've lost cont[G]rol
And those are the [Am]terms of our l[G]ove on paro[F]le

[Am] [G] [C] [F]

[C]Oooh, they found us out in [F]pavilions of doubt
And cath[G]edrals of longing and death without warning
The room[Am] readied itself for that[G] transfer of power
When [C]you rode right through in your penu[G]ltimate hour
And said, "I can[C] see the billboards and the history written large."
You said, "That [G]was no-one's wedding, Baby, that was Picket's Charge."
And for [Am]all of your talk of endi[G]ng the fray,
There's not a pa[F]rt of your heart that would[G] have it that way
Oh, ya c[Am]ouldn't make a[G] cup of tea
With[F]out a battle strateg[G]y
Which doesn't feel [Am]right until i[G]t takes it[F] toll
And those are the [Am]terms and conditions of our lo[G]ve on parol[F]e

[C] [F] [G] [Am] [F] [G] [C] [F] [G] [Am] [G] [F] [Am] [G] [F]

Oh, ab[C]rasive and unbearable, a half-[F]step from hysterical
You stopped w[G]aiting for the miracle and started praying for the end
Oh, you were nev[Am]er less than charitable
But I can think [G]of nothing so terrible
As to no longer [F]be your lover and o[G]nly be your friend

Now [C]I could never navigate your b[F]ody's complex narratives
That whi[G]ch lived and died and lies in stains

And still suffered its imperatives
And anyway, I wa[Am]s never that interested [G]in your heart and soul [F]
I just wanted to[Am] see you and mak[G]e love on parol[F]e