| Capo 3-4 |
| Matt Noldy |
| D | B | C | G | D | F# | B | A | |
| Intro: |
| D | B | C | |
| All the | rail road lights, | shine on the | city |
| G | D | F# | B | A | |
| The full | moon shall | pass, | in | twi | light |
| D | B | C | |
| And the | oldest oak tree, by the | neighboring | factory |
| G | D | F# | B | A | |
| Forever | rising, still | steeps, | in | twi | light |
| D | B | C | |
| And the | overpass view, with the | traffic lights | hanging |
| G | D | F# | B | A | |
| By | threads, like | ornaments |
| D | B | C | |
| So did you | have your last drink? Did you | raise it up | to me? |
| G | D | F# | B | A | |
| Just to | spite me for not, | being | there with | you |
| G | F# | Em | A | |
| Drunk, | and fucked | up, like the | twilight |
| G | F# | Em | A | |
| Drunk, | and fucked | up like & |
| G | F# | Em | A | D | |
| Drunk, | like the | twilight out to | night |
| B | C | G | D | F# | B | A |
| D | B | C | |
| So when | bar closes down, it does | murder to the | city |
| G | D | F# | B | A | |
| Dirty and peaceful and | mean |
| D | B | C | |
| For the | record I d stand, right | here on the | corner |
| G | D | F# | B | A | |
| Waiting for | justice to | bring, | you here to | me |
| G | F# | Em | A | |
| Drunk, | and fucked | up, like the | twilight |
| G | F# | Em | A | |
| Drunk, | and fucked | up like & |
| G | F# | Em | A | D | |
| Drunk, | like the | twilight out to | night |
| B | C | G | F# | B | A | D |