Serenading In The Trenches

G/D

C#m7b5  [x4545x]
D7

Gmaj7/B [x25432]
Bbdim7  [x12020]
D9

Gdim7   [x45353]
G/D
Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag
D7                           G/D
and you were biding your time
Gdim7               Am7
Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were biding your time
D7                   D9
and you were biding your time and you were biding your time
G/D                        C#m7b5
Tripped on my compass as I fled on foot
D7                             Gmaj7/B
 Shed all my luggage, all your fuck-me-boots
Bbdim7                 Am7
 Cute as a button on a wounded high horse
D7                         D9
Sink into the quicksand of desire and remorse
G/D
Pissed off and juiced up, with my back to the wall
D7                           G/D
Blindfolded, eager to give into the fall
Gdim7               Am7
Stripped of the structures that boggled my mind
D7                   D9
Sink into the quicksand, making up for lost time
G/D
Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we’re dead
D7                           G/D
Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna make love in stead
Gdim7               Am7
Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-ons
D7                   D9
Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence
G/D
Bled out from paper cuts all over the news
D7                           G/D
Softened the bruises with a one-sided truce
Gdim7               Am7
Stripped of our passions, in a lukewarm embrace
D7                   D9
Sink into the quicksand of stale dignity and grace
G/D
Keep it up, keep on, try keeping up with myself
D7                           G/D
Old ideas, splinters, put that shit on the shelf
Gdim7               Am7
Slumbering limbo, laurels resting on me
D7                   D9
Sink into the quicksand of a ruthless memory
G/D
Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we’re dead
D7                           G/D
Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna make love in stead
Gdim7               Am7
Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-ons
D7                   D9
Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence
G/D                                                C#m7b5
 Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were burning a flag
and you were biding your time
D7                                                 Gmaj7/B
 Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were biding your time
Bbdim7                                             Am7
 Thought I saw you at the finish line and you were biding your time
    G
and you were biding your time and you were biding your time
G/D
Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna pretend we’re dead
D7                           G/D
Serenading in the trenches / Do you wanna make love in stead
Gdim7               Am7
Cute-ass casualties, clueless come-ons
D7                   D9
Our aborted mission, our self-indulgence
G/D
Oh what a beautiful boy child
D7                           G/D
Oh boy, the man of my dreams
Gdim7               Am7
Oh what a big boy, what a boy child
D7                   D9
Oh man, oh boy, what a dream
G/D                                D7                           G/D
Oh boy, you’re preaching to the wrong choir I know what’s up, my time is up
Gdim7               Am7      D7                   D9
I know what’s up, my time is up

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