A Hymn for the Postal Service Chords

Lyrics & chords

[Intro 1]
[D][Em][G][A][E][G]
[D][Em][F#m][G][D][A][F#m][G]

[Verse 1]
[D]Sobri[A]ety breeds sin[F#m]cerity,
[G]and Lyd[D]ia Pon[A]d she is my [F#m]gravity[G].
I don't know [D]how she [Em]felt
when [F#m]she took [G]that E,
But in [A]the morning she shaking,
she was twitching, she was [E]jerking.
[A]On [D]June [Em]the 5th she moved to P[F#m]ar is,[G]
she could [D]not stand the [Em]state of British [F#m]politic[G]s,
And I [D]just can't convince [Em]her
[A]that I'm so[F#m]cial i[G]st,
And [A]every night [D]I pray [A]for mail
in the morning.
[D]Sweet Lydi[A]a Pond is d[D]oing it f[A]or me,
[D]And I want [A]to sing a hymn
for the postal service.
Sin[D]ful [A]an d proud since I
[D]stopped sleeping [A]around,
I [D]am so faith[A]ful now to Lydi
[G]a's hand[A]writing,
That [G]makes me guess the circumstances
under which she wrote it,
[D]Why she used the f-word when when she never,
ever spoke it,
She [E]pasted on a passport photo [A]of herself in pigtails,
And underneath she'd written did
my touch make you less lonely.
Oh she [D]promised [Em]me that we'd
[F#m]be creas[G]ing sheets,
And that our [D]bodies would be bruis[E]ing,
wrestling un[F#m]der ne[G]ath,
And I [D]wanted to [Em]ask her how
she cut [F#m]her teeth,[G]
And [A]why she let time slip through her skinny,

[Outro 1]
skinny fingers.
[D][A][D][A][D][A]
[D][A][D][A][D][A]
[D][A][D][A][D][A]
[D][A][D][A][D][A]
[G][D][Gm][G][D][E][Em]
[G][A][D][A]