A(not actually played) Bm
Some men collapse at the racetrack
D A
Their wrong and beat up, their eyes black
Bm
Others wilt in casinos
D A
Roll dice and piss away speedboats
Bm
Some dissolve into bar stools
D A
Scratched off in boxes and playoff pools
Bm
I spent myself on a psychic
D A
I lost my way and a friend said she would find it
D-F#m-Bm
Man, we were wrong.
F#m-E-A
Man, we were wrong.
D
I asked for the future,
E A
She only sang me a song.
Bm
Some men they go make their own luck
D A
Grow fat from feeding on lame ducks
Bm
The easy mark and the old maid
D A
The invalid and the ingrate
Bm
Others wait for that high sign
D A
Some holy hoax in the tree-line
Bm
Me, I'm counting my canned food
D A
Bunkered down waiting out our slingshot moods
D-F#m-Bm
But what if I'm wrong?
F#m-E-A
What if I'm wrong?
D
I'll open my doors up
E A
People, come sweep me along.
Interlude:
Bm, D, E, A x2
Bm, D, F#m, Bm, C#m
Bm
Eyes are fixed and my palms are spread
D A
Dissonance floats my shipwrecked head
Bm
God sleeps in the Gaza strip
D A
And man alone's left alone to live with it
Bm
The coin-flip faith of the optimist
D A
It's beginners luck in a sewing kit
Bm
What's to do when there is no fix
D A
On the unflinching ambivalence?
D-F#m-Bm
But you say that's wrong
F#m-E-A
Hopeless and wrong
D
We re-thread your needle,
E A
You say, "God, play along."
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