All Dogs Go To Heaven

Em Am 2x Em Jesús Montero breathed out loudly Em Am and, smoking, watched an Audi through his fire escape Em It was lightly raining, all the trains shuttled out on Concourse, Em Am and all the dogs seemed to call her name Am If all dogs go to heaven Am And all dames ache for Daniel Day Am B F**k with me darlin' and I'll make you pay Em Am The city is a womb of brown brick beds of clay Am Em Am Outside of the bars the Lakers are on in the alleyway Am Em But it shines from a time when the waitresses were fine Em Am And their great big bosoms bulged through their "hi, I'm Jamie" signs Am Em Am And Jesús's eyes glides across the storefronts as he longs for a city's past Am That drips into the present like honey from a heated glass, and Am All dogs go to heaven Am All songs end in quiet refrains Am G A B Smart moms buy generic, say it tastes the same G Gm G A G D Em Em Train is coming, train is chugging Em Jesús running, Jesús coming Em Am Metro card expired, don't care Am Through the turnstiles, up the stairs Em Hear the train lights in slow motion, creamy white as if a lotion Am Dripped upon the body lying on the rails, Jesús he pails AmEm All dogs go to heaven, amps up to 11 EmAm All cabs go to Bedford and North 11 Am Em All dogs go to heaven, grandmas go to reverends EmAm All punks hang outside of 7-11 D Am A B G Bm G