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