Love On Parole
The Mendoza LineVersion1
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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