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