First Verse: Bm D G E Synapse to synapse: the possibility's thin. Bm D G E I'm dressed up for free drinks and family greetings Bm D G E on your wedding, your wedding, your wedding date. Bm D G E Bm D G E BE The figures in plastic on the wedding cake that I took were so real. Bm D G E And I kept distance: the complications cloud Bm D G E the postcards and blips through fiber optics, Bm D G E as the girls with pigtails were running from little Bm D G E BmDGE boys wearing bow ties their parents bought them: "I'll catch Bm D G E you this time!" Chorus: F# E Bm D GE Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? F# E Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine. Bm D G E Bm D G E You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set. Bm D G E Bm D GE The white routine to be ingested inaccurately. Second Verse: Bm D G E Synapse to synapse: the sneaky kids had attached Bm D G E beer cans to the bumper so they could drive Bm D G E up and down the main drag. Bm D G E People would turn to see who's making the racket. Bm E It's not Bm D G E the first time. Bm D G E When they lay down the fish will swim upstream Bm D G E and I'll contest, but they won't listen Bm D G E when the casualty rate's near 100%, Bm D G E B D G E Bm D G E and there isn't a pension for second best or for hard-----ly moving... Chorus: F# E Bm D GE Crashing through the parlor doors, what was your first reaction? F# E Screaming, drunk, disorderly: I'll tell you mine. Bm D G E Bm D G E You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set. Bm D G E Bm D G E The white routine to be ingested inaccurately. Bm D G E Bm D G E You were the one, but I can't spit it out when the date's been set. Bm D G E Bm D G E The white routine to be ingested inaccurately.