Im Gonna Love The Hell O

E A E E A E I was 19, and dead from the neck up E A E She was a Christian rock ingenue G E G Sentimental as a cat's grave G E Her fucking body broke my eyes E A E And she said, "I'm gonna love the hell out of you" E A E Brandy wine rained on an android cross E A E Even the swans were bankrupt and blue G E I'd been a liar my whole life G E She said, "I wanna be your wife" E A E And she said, "I'm gonna love the hell out of you" C D G C C D G C E A E In a lonely Swedish bookstore, banging a librarian E A E The sound of rain and lightning was my cue G E I fixed the Preakness in the rain G E I had a weakness for cocaine A E And she said E A E I learned double entry bookkeeping when I was 12 years old E A E I learned there's no imagination in the blues G E G E They registered my name with the Catholic hall of fame E A E And she said, "I'm gonna love the hell out of you" C G D C C G D C G