Sydney

D Dsus2 D D D Dsus2 D D D A7 Here's to the patron saint Em D Of rum and jumped cocaine D All those little deaths A7 Have grown so petulant Em D And now I’m not thinking straight G Burning in the sky F# For two days at a time D A Bm Oh but when I look around G It's so conspiratorial A A7 Competitive and typical D A Oh my darlin' Bm A There’s been nothin' here G But a rumour mill so high A A7 And wide it covered all the light D A If all we have is each other Bm A Then don't you dare look down on me G Like we're so different suddenly D A7 Here's to the patron saint Em D Of rum and jumped cocaine G Where the f**k are all my friends? A What's left of my common sense? D What's left? D Dsus2 D D D Dsus2 D D